Page 95 of Still Love You

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Willow

Telling Silas how I feel is both the best and worst thing I've ever done. It's the best because I can finally stop hiding the fact that I love him and want to be with him. But it's the worst because I'm afraid of how this will end.

I'll worry about that later, because right now, Silas' lips on mine are the only thing I can think about, along with his hands, which are slowly moving over my skin. I've always loved the way he touches me. Other guys go straight to the action zones, but Silas gives special attention to all the sensitive areas that most guys forget about or completely ignore, like the area just under the ear, the inside of the wrist, the inner thigh. He takes his time, never rushing.

"Can we just do this all night?" I whisper, tilting my head back as he kisses my neck.

"All night. All day." He trails kisses along my collarbone. "Let's just stay here all summer."

I run my hands over his tight abs. "I'm so turned on right now."

"Oh, yeah?" I hear the smile in his tone.

"You may have to go faster tonight."

"Fast now? Slow later?"

"Yes. Fast now, slow later. Just hurry up."

He puts his mouth by my ear. "You're so impatient."

A shiver skitters down my spine as he breathes over my ear, his finger drawing a line down the center of my core.

"Your impatience makes this even more fun."

"Silas," I beg.

He reaches behind my neck and unties my bikini. It falls forward, exposing my breasts, which he quickly devours with his mouth, first one, then the other. He undoes the strings behind my back and tosses my top aside. Then he kisses his way down my belly to my navel ring, circling his tongue around it as his hand moves up and down my inner thigh.

I'm moaning, gripping his hair, the sheet, anything I can get my hands on. The tension coiling inside me is killing me but I refuse to beg again for relief. Instead I get even. I slide my hand down to his boxers and touch him, in the way I know he likes.

"Shit," he groans, squeezing his eyes shut.

I smile. "Want to speed things along now?"

"You win." He rips free the ties on my bikini bottom and yanks it off. His body covers mine and he sinks into me, slowly, inch by inch.

"Oh, God," I breathe out, grasping his back as sensations ignite like fireworks inside me, reaching all the way down to my toes.

His hips move at a languid pace, positioned to hit all my sensitive spots, the ones he knows will get me there every time. He kisses me, his tongue tangling with mine in a slow sensual dance that matches the rhythm of his grinding hips. 

He keeps going, until finally I'm relieved of the tension as it unwinds its hold on me in wave after wave of pleasure. I hear Silas groan, his body tensing up then shuddering with its release.

That was freaking amazing. Even if I didn't love Silas, the sex alone would be enough reason to spend the rest of my life with him. I'm joking, of course, but I bet other girls would be with him just for that. I'm lucky that I get both; a guy I love who's also great in bed.

He remains over me, catching his breath.

"That was awesome." I smile.

He smiles back. "Yeah, it was."

"Aren't you glad we hurried up and got straight to the action?"

"Yeah." He kisses me. "But next time, I'm slowing it down. I've got to teach you how to be patient."

"I know how to speed you up."

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