Page 111 of Sparks
Silas’s serious face split into a sexy grin that made my lungs wobble in my chest.
“I know you are. I’ve seen you try to deny that part of yourself and you weren’t happy. But I’m going to make you a promise right now, Harlow. I will never be wishy-washy with you. I will never be careless with your heart.” I pressed my lips together as my sinuses burned with emotion. “For me, when I’m in, I’m all in. And when I’m done, like I was with my marriage, I’m done.”
I bit my bottom lip. “So, when did you start feeling something? With me?”
He nodded. “I always liked being around you. I cared about you. I valued our friendship, and you as a person. But when I found out Jacquie had cheated, and I felt all of my love and trust for her slip away, I almost immediately thought about you. Maybe that’s wrong, but it’s true. And once I started thinking of you that way, I couldn’t stop. It was really hard to watch you pine over that jarhead—not gonna lie—but I knew I had to be patient.” My heart. Uuuuugh, my heart. He went on, but he took my face in his hands and our eyes locked. “I’m ready to give you what you deserve, if you’ll let me.”
I couldn’t talk. I swallowed and nodded within his hands. Silas smiled. I smiled back, a laugh of joy spilling out of me. Then he kissed me. It wasn’t like the crushing, searing kisses we’d shared during our two intense moments when we’d been overcome by lust. In this kiss was the softness of vulnerability as he gave his heart to me, and I passed mine to him. Our lips moved in a dance of sweetness and trust, exploring this new and delicate and gorgeous thing between us.
“I’m going to spoil you, Silas,” I said against his lips.
“I don’t doubt that,” he whispered.
And then he deepened the kiss. I pulled him closer, my legs widening to get us closer. I felt my body coming to life all over again, begging for that closeness. “I want you,” I whispered against his mouth.
He helped me down and took my hand, leading me down the hall as my head and body buzzed. In his dim bedroom I was overcome by a warm cloud of Silas-scented testosterone filled pheromones that made me momentarily dizzy. I would have laughed at the overflowing laundry baskets on his dresser if I wasn’t turned on out of my mind.
He stopped and turned to face me. “Go ahead and take off your panties.”
I nodded, unable to speak, and shimmied them down. In turn, he grabbed the bottom of his T-shirt and raised it over his head, tossing it on a pile of clothes. He walked me backwards until I hit his bed, and then he grabbed my waist and lifted me onto it. Still standing on the side, he gently pushed me into a laying position and raised my skirt. Silas rubbed up and down my thighs as he stared down at me. I started to push my knees together, an old habit of self-consciousness, but he shook his head and held them apart. Then he went down on me.
His five-o’clock shadow rasped against my sensitive skin and I leapt when his hot mouth hovered over my core. He held me firmly and brought his mouth down onto me.
“Silas, yes.” My hands were in his hair, messing it up royally. He let out a heady groan and ran his tongue up and down my center, up and down. I clutched his head between my thighs. It was almost too much. My core began to tighten. Silas pulled back and wiped his mouth and chin in one swipe, his eyes feral and promising.
He moved on top of me, his body overwhelming in its vastness. He made me feel small in a good way. I opened my legs for him and wrapped my hands around his lower back, letting my fingernails lightly scratch him. And then he held himself up just enough to be able to watch my face as he pushed his entire cock slowly into me. I wiggled beneath him, already so hot. Sex had never, ever felt like this for me. We found a slow but steady rhythm together, our breaths mingling. Our sounds letting each other know our pleasure.
“It feels so good,” I whispered. He was going to make me come really fast if he kept this up, and I think he knew it, because he changed position, sitting up and raising my legs onto his shoulders. His grin was devilishly handsome, and I knew he was going to do this for as long as possible before letting us finish.
Over and over he switched our positions.Gahhh, he was so sexy. Watching him work over my body felt like I was dreaming. Silas was precise and unhurried. As kind and proper as he was outside of the bedroom, in this room he was the boss and I let him have his way with me. At moments he was rough, grasping my wrists, holding me down and using his strength and weight to completely overpower me. But I knew he’d ease off in an instant if I showed discomfort or fear.
I trusted him. It was the kind of trust that came from time spent getting to know someone. As he moved inside of me from every angle I couldn’t help looking at his face and feeling my heart swell. My Silas. The man who’d fed me when I was hungry and too proud to ask. The man who kept me caffeinated and knew all of my favorite things, just by being my friend and paying attention. Now I wanted to give him everything.
Finally, Silas turned me onto my back and nestled his hips between my legs for missionary again. Before our bodies joined, he pressed his forehead to mine, kissing me as I sank my fingers into his hair, breathing him in.
“You’re amazing,” he whispered. And then he slid into me. I held his face there, our lips joined, my feet curling around the backs of his thighs to hold him as close as possible. He couldn’t hold the kissing position for long because of how much taller he was, so I let his face go so he could lift up and really move.
Just like when we’d started, we found a perfect rhythm almost immediately and my core tightened as if something inside me was winding up.
“Mm, baby,” I whispered, my hands on his back, moving down to his ass where I could hold him and anchor us together as my hips flexed. “God, Silas, yes.”
We whispered and groaned, our pace picking up until I began to shake, my most sensitive parts quivering around his hardness. And as I wriggled and moaned I felt him pulse inside of me, his hips pressing hard, both of us coming together in a loud cacophony of movement and sounds.
It lasted a long while, both of us tense, and then collapsing into one another as our bodies finally began to relax. I couldn’t even speak. It was work to breathe. Silas began to sit up, probably to grab a towel. But no. His freaking mouth was kissing down my stomach and straight to my crotch.
I made an incoherent sound and tried to close my thighs, but he forced them open. The tip of his tongue began a surprise assault on my clit, making my back arch hard.
My hands fisted in his hair as I tried to tug him back, rasping, “I can’t.” But he wouldn’t relent. A crack of pleasure ripped through me as an even more intense orgasm fired to life. I threw my head aside and moved my hips, pressing my thighs until my body finally stopped shaking and he lifted his head to look at me.
Through heaving breaths, I managed to say, “I can’t believe that was possible.” Three orgasms in one day. From a man, not myself. I lay there like a pile of pudding inside of a sack of skin as Silas moved back up the bed, collapsing beside me with a hand under his head. He wiped his chin and grinned over at me. “Five stars.”
I gave him a tired smile. “An actual orgasm during sex, or rather, three of them. Worthy of the hype.”
His arm pulled me closer, even though we were both hot and sweaty. Silas kissed my forehead and we lay there together until we fully calmed and cooled down.
“That was even better than I’ve imagined for the past seven months,” he said.
“We’re a good match,” I said, realizing our desires complemented one another, which wasn’t something that could be forced. I’d never felt this kind of intensity. Not even with Shawn.
