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“How do you know her and Daniel Pierce?” I ask.
“When I visited my grandma on Daufuskie for the summers, Charlie would babysit. She was my first love and broken heart.”
“So you went from loving Charlie to loving Cade?”
“I’ll never stop loving Charlie,” he answers. “Don’t think I’ll stop loving Cade either. Hell, I even love Daniel Pierce.” His steps narrow the distance between us, and heat scorches to the tips of my ears. “What can I say? I care for a lot of people.” My body gnaws with a tension that almost hurts when he’s this close. “And I care for you too.”
That didn’t take any time.
I thought this would be a long talk and a lot of guilt, but he came here with the same question in his heart—the same need in his body brushing against mine.
“Here’s your key.” He drags it from his pocket before setting it on the counter beside me.
“Thanks,” I mutter.
We aren’t kissing. We aren’t talking. He just pulls me by my waist into his body, and no words are needed. I get a very hard impression of what he wants next. He’s so close I can feel his breath on my lips while I ask, “Can we do this?”
“She gave us her blessing.”
“Do you want this?”
I’m so sober, but he’s flooding my senses to drunk levels.
“You can feel how hard I do.”
Yes, I can. His cock is urging against mine under my jeans. He’s wearing jeans, too, and there’s too much denim between us. The impulse to grab, the need to be touched, seizes my mind.
“Have you been thinking about this?”
I lift the hem of his black T-shirt just enough to skim the flesh above his waistband. His skin is hard satin, and I’m mesmerized by the ridges, by his abs undulating beneath my fingertips.
His lips open to my touch, to my tease across his flesh, while he answers, “I think about you all day.” The pad of his thumb drags over my bottom lip. “I can’t get you out of my mind.”
The tip of my tongue licks his thumb, and I want more of his flesh in my mouth. I crane my neck and start sucking his thumb so that I can know the flavor of his skin.
“You’ve been thinking about me too.” He still hasn’t kissed me, and his thick appendage tastes good in my mouth, and I want more while he reaches for my cock, dragging hard down my length. “Haven’t you?”
Oh, fuck. I think I moan it, too. I pull back from his thumb and go for his lips.
Damn, how I’ve been thinking about him. About how his shadow scrapes against my chin. How his soft lips cushion his hard teeth when his warm tongue calls mine to play. He tastes like cinnamon and sex. He smells like coconut and fucking on the beach.
I rush him back against the countertop, and we have no space but this. But his mouth taking mine and his hand stroking my cock over my jeans, and fuck, I want him.
My hands wander under his soft shirt, up his iron stomach, over his rock pecs. He’s so different than Cade. She’s all firm curves with a velvet cushion over her flesh to devour. But Silas is everything steel. Everything is rigid and smooth like me.
“Can I take this off?” I tug at his shirt. I’ll never assume with anyone, woman or man.
“You can take whatever you want,” he replies, ripping it off and throwing it to the floor faster than I could.
“Damn.”
I press my palms down his body, and I want to take him. I want to feel him. I don’t know this journey across another man’s flesh, not that I remember, and I can’t believe I’m doing this. Not out of shame. But because I’ve wanted Silas for months.
Our lips are still meshed. Our tongues are still greedy. Lust makes me want to have him so fast, but I don’t know how or if I can.
When I reach for his cock, tenting his jeans, he growls back into my kiss and cups my hand, and I know I can do this. I can stroke him, sensing drops of my pre-cum at the feeling of his hard cock filling my hand.
He answers me, unbuttoning his jeans before dropping his zipper and pushing them down. I break our kiss and gaze down because I have to see him.
