Page 80 of The Lucky Heart (Jamison Valley 3)
“Hey! Stop throwing cookies at me.”
“You deserved that!”
He swiped the crumbs from his face. “You think it was my move to make? What about you? You could have come after me for once.”
This time I grabbed a whole handful of cookies and whipped them in his direction, littering the floor between us. “I have always come after you! Did it ever occur to you that I needed you to show me that you wanted me more than any of the obstacles in our way? Huh? That I was more important than your friendship with my ex-boyfriend? That even though I hurt you before, you were willing to take another chance on me?”
Any calm he’d had evaporated. “Did it ever occur to you that I needed you to choose me when there wasn’t a bunch of shit swirling around us? That I needed you to show me that you wanted me, just for me?”
We stared at each other for a moment, my chest heaving and his nostrils flaring. Then we were both moving, closing the distance between us with desperation.
My foot slipped on a cookie but Silas caught me before I could fall. His arms spanned my ribs and he hoisted me up against his chest. My arms and legs clung to him and I erased all of the space between us.
When I tipped my head down, lowering my mouth, his was open and waiting. His tongue swept in and twisted with mine, spreading fire through every nerve. Everything was hot. My skin. My lips. My sex. Everything.
Silas walked us backward, and when my ass hit the counter, I broke away from his mouth and pulled at his coat. I worked it frantically over his broad shoulders, and as he shrugged out of its sleeves, his mouth came to the sensitive skin underneath my jaw, sucking and kissing.
His fingers yanked at my navy sweater until they finally found its hem. Leaning back, he whipped it over my head before reaching to the base of his own gray shirt and doing the same. When his lips fused with mine, my hands rubbed all over his muscled chest. Feeling his chiseled abs brush against my stomach sent another jolt of heat to my core.
“Baby,” I whimpered when he pulled back.
“Up,” he ordered, grabbing my ass and sliding it off the counter. My legs swung around his hips and my ankles crossed at his back as he started walking. His tongue trailed along my neck and collarbone as he carried me upstairs.
“To the right,” I panted when we reached the landing. He obeyed and entered my dark bedroom. The faint light from the streetlights outside gave my white bedding a soft glow. When my back hit the mattress, Silas went to the button on my jeans. I wriggled my hips as he slid them down and off. I pushed up and went straight to the buckle on his belt. While I worked it open, he twisted the clasp on my bra.
My hurried fingers couldn’t get the zipper down fast enough on his jeans and I let out a frustrated groan. Silas’s deep chuckle filled the room as he stared down at me, his brown eyes so dark they looked black.
“Hurry,” I begged, letting him work his jeans off while I slipped off the straps of my bra.
Silas tucked his thumbs into the waistband of his jeans and off they came. Holy hell, he was going commando. That was so fucking hot. I stared at his thick, hard cock while he tugged off my satin panties and sent them flying over his shoulder.
“Mouth,” he ordered and I tossed back my chin just in time to catch his crashing lips. Holding tight to his shoulders, I stroked my tongue with his as he moved me further into the bed by the backs of my knees.
“Condom?” he asked.
I shook my head and felt his grin. Silas and I had never used a condom. He was the only man that I’d ever had inside of me bare. Some of my serious boyfriends, including Wes, had asked but I had always refused. Even though I was on the pill, I had required that barrier.
But not with Silas.
I didn’t want anything between us.
He lined his cock up with my slit and teased me, sliding himself up and down through my wetness. When it grazed my clit, I moaned and tipped my hips up to meet his.
“Please, baby.”
“What do you want, Lis?” he whispered.
“You. I want you.”
With one hard thrust, he drove into me to the root. “Fuck,” he groaned as I cried out.
I closed my eyes as I stretched around him. He filled me completely. Perfectly. I throbbed around him and pressed my hips up, urging him to move.
When he didn’t, I opened my eyes. He was staring down at me. The intensity of his gaze and the seriousness of his face surprised me. I lifted a hand to his cheek and caressed his stubble with my thumb.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“Nothing.” His eyes softened. “I just want to remember what you look like tonight. You’re so beautiful, Lis. And all mine.”
