Page 81 of The Lucky Heart (Jamison Valley 3)
My heart swelled into my throat and I drew in a jagged breath. “Silas,” I choked out. I didn’t know what else to say. That was the sweetest thing I’d heard in a long, long time.
He dropped his forehead to mine and slowly eased his cock out, stopping when the tip was barely inside. I groaned at his loss and again lifted up my hips. My hands went to his sides and his muscles tensed as he slid back inside, inch by inch.
When I was full again, he lifted his head and looked into my eyes. “Ready?”
I nodded. Yeah, I was ready. More than ready.
He went from slow, restrained glides to powerful, frantic thrusts in an instant.
“Silas,” I gasped. My legs were shaking as he brought them up to his sides. His muscled thighs drove his hips and cock, sending me higher and higher with each powerful stroke.
With a rush of heat, I moaned and threw my head back into the pillow. “I’m com—” Before I could finish my sentence, my climax peaked and I exploded around Silas, pulsing and squeezing as it washed over me. Every muscle shook as my long and hard orgasm rendered me completely helpless.
“Lis.” His voice was rough and on edge. I was just coming down when his thrusts lost all control. Pounding into me, I opened my eyes just in time to see Silas’s corded neck tighten. His hot release spilled inside me.
His sweaty chest collapsed on mine and we held tightly to each other, panting for breath as our hearts thundered between us.
The after-sex with Silas was almost as good as the sex itself. Almost.
I loved that he would lay on me right after we came and our combined heartbeats drummed between us. The rhythm resonated across my arms to my fingertips and down my legs to my toes. It was like my body was saying, “This one. This one is the right one.”
My eyes closed as I enjoyed this closeness, this connection. He was heavy and he wouldn’t stay here for long, just enough to give me what I wanted.
“Are you okay?” he asked into my hair.
I hummed and wrapped my legs around his thighs, pulling him deeper.
He propped himself up on an elbow, brushing away the hair that had fallen on my forehead. “Lis?”
“Yeah?”
“I need to ask you something important.”
My eyes popped open and I searched his for a sign of anything bad. But they were happy, full of warmth and light. “What?”
“Did you throw all of the cookies?”
I giggled. “There’s probably a couple left.”
“Good. I’m hungry.” He slid out and rolled off the bed.
With one hand, he tugged me out too. He bent and grabbed his shirt, shaking it out before pulling it over my head. While I pushed my arms in, he stepped into his jeans, leaving his belt buckle hanging and the top button open. I could see a light dusting of hair at the zipper that traveled up his happy trail to his belly button.
Sexy. Damn sexy. I was ready to go again.
“If you keep staring at my cock, we’re never going to make it back to the kitchen.”
“Fine by me.” I let my eyes linger as they climbed his abs and chest to his handsome face. “I ate dinner.”
He smiled and captured my hand. “Come on, babe.”
After a quick pit stop in the bathroom, we walked downstairs hand in hand. I refused to let cookies be Silas’s dinner, so while he leaned up against a counter, I whipped him up some scrambled eggs.
“Sorry about coming over like I did.”
I looked over my shoulder and smiled. “I’m not.”
He sighed. “Fuck. I feel bad for getting physical with Pax.”
