Page 262 of Forged in the Fire
The promise of what Silas had asked of me echoing through my spirit.
Filling every empty crevice.
“Hi, baby.” I could barely speak it.
“You ’wake?”
“Yep, I’m awake and right here.”
“Oh-kay,” he drew out the way he always did before he used his chubby little fingers to chase down another piece.
Then my attention went drifting, drawn to Silas on the other side of the counter.
Standing at the freaking stove flipping bacon.
Hair messy and not wearing a shirt.
Looking like the kind of mayhem that promised you were in deep, deep trouble, but it was the grin he cast me that nearly did me in.
Something wry and gentle and possessive.
Meems must have still been upstairs in her room because she was nowhere to be found.
“Good morning.” Silas’s voice was growly and deep and carved in a tenderness few would expect from him.
Hazel eyes dragged over me in slow perusal.
Tingles lifted in their wake, and I shifted on my bare feet.
I was wearing a sleep shirt that hit me mid-thigh, my hair a mess from the number of times he’d been tugging on it last night.
“Good morning.” It scraped out like I’d found my voice for the first time in twenty years.
A smirk ridged his wicked mouth. “You look…off balance this morning. Did your world get rocked?”
I choked over the surprise, letting the easiness he wore wind into my mood. I started to move toward the kitchen. “I might have experienced an earthquake or two. There’s a fair chance it affected my equilibrium.”
Holding onto a big fork, he shifted a fraction.
The man stood there covered in all those designs. So freaking hot and menacing.
He looked so out of place that I had to hold back a delirious laugh.
Was this really happening?
“Huh, think I might have experienced an earthquake or two myself,” he rumbled, gaze sparking with mirth.
“Is that right?” I murmured as I eased around the counter.
Even though my fingers itched, I didn’t move all the way for him.
If I did, I’d probably try to jump him.
“That’s right.” It rolled out like possession.
The energy radiating off him had my hands shaking as I opened the cabinet so I could grab a mug, then I fumbled as I pulled out the carafe since Silas slowly prowled up behind me.
An imposing force that charged through the middle of me.
