He went slow, giving her time to adjust, but she didn’t need it. She was so wet, so needy. So ready for him to give her everything she could take. More.
She ran her hands along the taut muscles of his lower back and pulled him closer, deeper. He entered her the rest of the way in one hard drive and she gasped at the sudden fullness.
“Okay?” Silas asked.
“Better than.”
He smiled again, the gold in his eyes sparkling, dimple popping out in an expression that was pure innocence. And then he thrust into her in a movement that was pure sin.
He didn’t stop.
Didn’t stop pounding into her again and again and again, until they were both sweating, both groaning from the pleasure. Katherine could hear her bed creaking and for a brief moment wondered if her furniturecould survive Silas Khatri. Hell, she didn’t know ifshecould survive Silas Khatri.
She tapped his shoulder, and he let her flip their positions, her legs stretching as she kneeled on either side of his muscular thighs. She ran a nail lightly down the center of his chest, tracing the pattern of his abs as he caught his breath.
“Enjoying the view?” he teased.
“God, you’re cocky.” Katherine took said cock into her hand, giving him a few harsh pumps as he bucked beneath her.
“Fuck,” he breathed, his so carefully held composure fleeing the building. Katherine considered teasing him more, but seeing him lose control was too intoxicating to resist. She lowered herself onto his shaft. The new angle let her take him even deeper, and they both moaned as she landed flush against his hips.
She set the pace, slow and deep at first, then faster, harder. Silas matched her speed with a hand on her clit. She tilted her hips up and then suddenly he was hitting the sensitive spot inside her until her rhythm stuttered and her legs jellied.
She didn’t bother trying to stop it. Didn’t hold back at all as she shattered around him, as he surged up to catch her saying his name with his mouth. He grabbed her hips, thrusting into her rough and quick, drawing out her orgasm, burying her in sensation. He groaned into one final, brutal thrust as his own release found him, and Katherine leaned her head on his shoulder, listening to his fast-beating heart as she came back to her body.
They stayed like that for a moment, until Silas gave her a deep kiss and helped her off him. She lay on the bed completely boneless as he got up and disposed of the condom. She told herself it was fine that he was going to leave. She didn’t need the warmth of his body next to hers. This was just sex. Good sex—great sex—but that was all.
He didn’t leave. He came back and crawled into bed next to her, gathering her in his arms and guiding her head to rest against his chest. Katherine thought she might cry.
His hands brushed absently through her hair until their breathscalmed, then synced, two simultaneous whooshes of air punctuating the darkness of the room.
“Silas,” she said.
“Mm?”
“I have an important question.”
Silas lifted his head to look at her, his brows furrowed in concern. “What is it?”
“Do you own pajamas?”
He blinked. “What?”
“I can’t picture you in pajamas. In my head, you sleep in a full suit.”
Silas laughed, the sound rumbling against Katherine’s cheek. “Yes, Katherine, I own pajamas.” He paused for a moment. “Black silk button-down pajamas.”
Katherine grinned. Silas pulled her in tighter against him and she relaxed into the warmth of his skin. Impossibly quickly, she fell asleep.
Silas woke up alone.
No, that wasn’t fully true. He woke up next to a fluffy orange beast—Katherine’s cat, whose name he hadn’t caught the night before. The cat didn’t seem to care that they weren’t even on a first-name basis, cuddling up in Silas’ arms like a little spoon. It was very cute, but he’d expected to wake up with a woman, not a feline.
He gave the cat a few pets, then pushed himself up. He hadn’t slept that well in years. The low headache he’d had since he was a teenager had somehow disappeared.
He stood, finding his clothes and slipping them back on before walking into the living room. Katherine was in the kitchen, her back to him as she looked at something on her phone.
“Morning,” he said pleasantly, but when she turned, his mood instantly crumbled. She looked upset. No, more than upset—she looked horrified.
