Page 30 of Silver Fox
She lets out a happy little squeal, bending down to kiss me. “Thank you.”
“You were the one who did all the hard work. Which reminds me… how is your search going for a new apartment?” My tone is measured.
There’s movement at the side of her lip, and I can only assume she’s chewing her cheek. “There’s a couple that I’m interested in. There’s an apartment block on the other side of Long Lake that—”
My eyebrows shoot up, because I know the exact apartment block she means. There’s only a single apartment block on the other side of Long Lake, and the town’s been trying to close it down for years. I don’t even think the tap water is drinkable there. “Fuck, Skye. Are you trying to get murdered in your bed?”
“I know it looks bad from the outside,” she concedes, “but the inside is surprisingly okay.”
“You have to go through the outside to get to the inside.” I take her hands in mine, my eyes tracing her face. “What if I asked you to stay?”
She blinks, as though she’s never heard that word in her life. “Stay?”
“Here. With me. In the penthouse.”
To my dismay, she shakes her head. “I’m not inconveniencing you like that. If you don’t like the places out by Long Lake, then I’ll find somewhere else. I saw a room to let not far from the office, I think it was above the—”
“I’m not asking you to stay because the apartments aren’t suitable, Skye. God knows theyareunsuitable, but that ain’t it. I’m asking you to stay because I don’t want this to be temporary.”
Skye’s gaze shoots towards me. “You don’t?”
“It’s only been a few weeks now, but I’m happier with you than I have been in a long time. I want to keep you, Skye. I want you as mine in perpetuity. You’re kind and clever and sweet.” I push her thighs apart, my lungs drawing in deep breaths of her scent. “Sweeter than sugar and hotter than fire, and I need more, pretty girl.”
My lips trail against her inner thigh, and I savor the hitching of her breath.
“Silas.” My name is a sigh on her lips, but her hand delves into my hair, pushing me down.
Her heady scent is no less insistent, dragging me in like a lure. It’s rich with arousal that I’m desperate to taste. I push her backwards onto the bed and hook my fingers into those lacy panties, flinging them away and laying my tongue over as much of her as possible.
Skye moans as my tongue travels through her slick sweetness, teasing her clit until her hips are rolling against me, wordlessly begging for more.
“You’re so wet,” I groan into her. “So perfect.”
But then she’s pulling my chin upwards, until our eyes connect. “You want me to live here permanently?”
“That I do.” The corner of my lips jerks up, even as her wetness coats the bottom half of my face. “And what about you? Where do you want to live?”
A little smirk falls over her face, and I already know her answer. “Well the view from the apartment block out past Long Lake is pretty unforgettable.”
“It’s a garbage dump, you little tease,” I grin, pulling her off the bed, guiding her thighs to split over mine.
Skye giggles, her legs locking around my hips, and I catch her lips. My fingers bite into her ass, needing every part of this woman I can get my hands on. I groan as our kiss deepens, standing to my full height with her in my arms. She clutches me tighter as I do so, but unlike last time there’s no protesting.
Instead, her eyes lower, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip.
“You like being carried, don’t you?”
She effects a little shrug. “I like being carried byyou.”
“Good, because I like carrying you.” I settle her against a wall, briefly holding her one-handed to shove down my pants and take my cock in hand, my thumb coming to rest in between one of the rungs of barbells. By now, I could trace the contours of her body blindfolded, but goddamn I want to see everything.
I slide the head of my cock up and down her pussy, teasing her clit with the piercing at the tip before notching myself at her entrance. My cock is screaming at me to thrust home, totake.
But more than anything, I want towatch.
We’ve spent weeks learning each other’s bodies, and I love Skye’s response when I enter her inch-by-inch.
Achingly slowly, I push forward—and pleasure pushes her spine back.
