Page 32 of The Lucky Heart (Jamison Valley 3)
I reached down and grabbed the bottom of my shirt, dragging it up slowly before whipping it off my head. Then I went back to the hem of his T-shirt, easing it up and off until it flew to the floor next to mine.
The sight of a shirtless Silas stole my breath away. My fingers traced the lines of his chest and stomach, dipping into the valleys between the muscled peaks.
“You’re stunning.” He trailed his fingers across m
y collarbone and down my shoulder.
“You’re not so bad yourself.” I whistled a catcall as a wide smile stretched across his face.
God, that smile.
“Kiss me,” I ordered.
His lips touched mine, then broke away, again and again until he had claimed every part of them as his. Finally, he welded his mouth with mine and let his tongue claim the rest.
His hands unclasped my bra and tossed it to the floor before his chiseled arms banded around my back and he picked me up off the couch. With my legs wrapped around his hips and my arms over his shoulders, he walked us to his makeshift bed on the floor.
He sank to his knees, gently laying me down, and covered my body with his.
Chest to chest, the power of his heart thundered against mine as he made love to me. Its rhythm set my blood on a new course, one that flowed in his direction, the right direction, with a precise pulse. Like a clockmaker setting a watch to its flawless rhythm.
Hours later, we held tight to one another as time ticked by and into a new day.
“Are you okay?” he asked. I was draped across his chest as his fingers traced patterns on my bare back.
Was I? So much had happened tonight it was hard to make sense of much. But even with all the conflicting emotions swirling in my head, I didn’t feel lost or hopeless. Tomorrow, I would face the consequences of my actions. So would Wes. But tonight, I was safe here with Silas.
“Yeah. I’m okay.”
“That’s my Lis.”
I smiled against his bare chest. He had more faith and confidence in me than I had in myself. I turned my head so I could kiss his heart, then laid my cheek back down and drifted off to sleep.
I woke to the sound of a broken heart.
“Lissy?”
Shielding my eyes from the streaming sunlight, I sat up. Wes was standing in Silas’s living room, staring at me with shock and horror. One side of his face was swollen and red from where Silas had punched him.
I pushed up from Silas’s chest and clutched the sheet to cover my breasts. Silas rolled over and snagged his jeans from the floor. As he stood to pull them up, I did my best to get off of the mattress while keeping myself covered.
“How could you?” Wes asked.
I opened my mouth to respond but stopped when I saw that he wasn’t talking to me. He was asking Silas.
“Me?” Silas said. “This isn’t on me.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” Wes shouted. “How is you fucking my girlfriend my fault?”
“Do you even remember what you said to her last night?”
Wes’s hands balled into fists and the muscles in Silas’s arms flexed tight.
Any minute, these two were going to start fighting. And over what, me? The girl who’d pushed her boyfriend into drugs. The same girl who couldn’t wait to sleep with her boyfriend’s best friend until officially breaking off the relationship.
Shame washed over me.
In the light of day, I saw myself for what I really was: the cheating bitch that Wes had accused me of being.
