“I want you bare for me, Juniper.”
Nodding, I give him what he wants and unclasp my bra, letting the straps fall down my arms until I can catch it and toss it with my other clothes. Then I remove my panties, letting them join the pile.
I am completely naked for him. And I feelpowerful.
With his eyes on me and that look on his face, I know I am the one utterly in control.
“I’m going to make you feel good, Juniper.” His molten gold eyes meet mine, “Make you forget every hurt ever inflicted on you.”
“Please,” I whisper.
He finally closes the gap between us again, hands lifting until I have no choice but to wrap my legs around him as his mouth seeks mine. His kiss claims every part of me, tongue stroking, hips moving so he’s rolling against me, grinding against my clit in a way that has me climbing fast.
My back hits the door and I tighten my legs when he takes away one of his hands, but I should have known he’d never let me fall. He keeps me pinned while he palms my breast, squeezing a little hard before softening when he pinches my nipple between his fingers. It shoots a bolt of pleasure straight through me, and I feel myself clench.
“Silas,” his name is another shameless plea.
“I’ll give you anything you want,” he vows, his hand coming away from my breast so he can tug at his pants, shoving them only partially the way down but enough to free his hard cock.
He grasps his shaft and runs the head of him through my lips, gathering up the wetness drenching me, and then I feel him where I need him the most.
The back of my head thumps against the door as he notches just the tip inside.
“Fuck me,” he rests his forehead on my shoulder so he can look down between us. “You’re fucking dripping for me.”
He moves just a little, pushing in deeper, the stretch making my eyes roll back, but then he pulls back and does it again, and my jaw slackens.
“You take me so fucking well,” he groans, “like your body was made for mine.”
My nails scratch against his shoulder blades, holding on for dear life, his words working through just right.
“Silas, I’m close,” I whimper.
“I know you are,” he finally looks at me again, “so responsive for me.”
He pulls back and slides in, slow, purposeful, and steady, as he watches the pleasure dance across my face.
“You need to be quiet,” he warns me, “The crew is outside.”
I hadn’t even stopped to think that there might be people close by, and while I’d thought the idea would scare me; I fear it does the opposite.
His eyes widen and a muscle ticks in his jaw as he realizes exactly what that’s done.
“My filthy fucking girl,” he growls, “You like that?”
He slides in deeper, and a moan gets trapped in my throat.
“That anyone could walk in here.” With every thrust, he gets just a little deeper, but he’s still not seated fully inside of me, and the missing piece leaves me an achy, dripping mess. “That they could catch us like this, my cock buried so far into you while you come all over me?”
“Oh God,” I shiver around him.
“Silas,” he says his own name, “if you’re going to worship anyone, you can worship me, Honeybee. You scream my name when it’s my cock buried inside of you. Let me hear it from those pretty lips.”
He stops moving while he waits for me to give him what he wants.
My teeth bite into my lower lip, pulse hammering in my throat while my body balances on a tightrope.
“Silas,” I breathe.
