Page 92 of The Lucky Heart (Jamison Valley 3)
A low and deep rumble came from his chest and I smiled before letting him in. His tongue fluttered up and down against mine, sending a wave of tingles right to my belly. That flicker was one of Silas’s signature moves. It felt great in my mouth but even better between my legs.
When his hand grabbed my ass, hard, I moaned. He did it again before banding his other arm behind my back and pulling me with him through the living room. His mouth never lost hold of mine as he laid me down on the couch.
We kissed like teenagers who hadn’t made it past second base. There was no hasty petting or rushed stripping of clothes. We just lay there, exploring. I savored the feel of Silas’s big body pressed down on mine and the way his tongue plundered my mouth, memorizing every curve and ridge.
He finally broke away and leaned back to gaze into my eyes. “The most beautiful pair of eyes in the world. I’d do just about anything to make them shine like that.”
“Anything?” I asked and he nodded. “ ‘Take me to bed or lose me forever.’ ”
His chest shook as he grinned. Yes! I’d been waiting to use that Top Gun line for a month.
Silas’s laughter stopped and he attacked. This kiss was different. Things got heated quickly, and after another one of his tongue flutters, I broke away, panting for air.
He hauled us both off the couch and laced his fingers with mine. As he led me to the loft, I used my free hand to grip the railing. Silas was the only man that had ever been able to kiss me dizzy.
He crossed the room to the bed, stripping off his shirt and socks. He turned to me and unbuttoned his jeans, leaving them hanging from his hips. No elastic waistband for boxers. Commando again.
Hot.
I walked to him and reached for his zipper. Slowly, carefully, I pulled it down, setting his hard cock free from the denim. Silas’s eyes were hooded as his chest rose and fell with shallow breaths.
Whipping the sweatshirt off my top, I tossed it on the floor and then did the same with my fitted tee. I hurried to slide my jeans down and step out, kicking them to the side. Wearing only my black lace bra and matching panties, I sank to my knees.
I hadn’t done this to Silas yet, and I was nervous, yet excited to please him and drive him wild.
When my hand wrapped around Silas’s cock, he sucked in a sharp breath. I flicked my tongue over the tip twice before finally putting the head in my mouth. When a deep groan filled the loft, I sucked his cock in deeper until it hit the back of my throat.
With my hand and my mouth, I alternated pumping and sucking until Silas’s hips started sawing back and forth, setting the rhythm of my strokes. My sex ached as he gripped the back of my head, urging me to go faster and deeper.
He was coming completely undone, and it made me want him that much more. “Lis,” he hissed. I ignored his warning and kept going. He groaned a second before his salty come hit my tongue. When I’d swallowed it all down, he hummed and let go of my hair.
Looking up, I gradually eased my mouth away, giving his tip one last flick before he popped free. Then I reached up with my index finger and wiped the corner of my mouth. Silas’s cock twitched and started getting hard again.
“I’m supposed to be cheering you up.” He helped me to my feet.
“Trust me, baby, that was fun.” It was no lie. I was so turned on he’d barely have to touch me and I’d explode.
His hands came to my shoulders and caressed the sides of my arms. On an upstroke, his fingers looped under my bra straps and pulled them down. His mouth came to my chest and he started kissing the skin right above where the lace cups hung, down one side and then up the other.
I moaned his name, closing my eyes and tipping my head back. Gently, he laid me back onto his simple gray comforter. The cotton was cool and smooth against my bare skin. I kept my eyes closed as he trailed his kisses lower and lower, down the center line of my stomach. His tongue darted out and rimmed my belly button at the same time his fingers slid into my panties, dragging them over my hips and down my legs. Silas wasted no time parting my thighs and kissing my wet folds.
And then I got the tongue flutter.
My first orgasm ripped through my body and I came, long and hard. Silas kept at it until I came again on his mouth.
When he sank his cock inside, I was still pulsing. Either it was the longest orgasm I’d ever had or he’d found a third with just one stroke. By the time he came again, my troubles had been erased.
He rolled off me and onto his back so I could collapse on his side, utterly satisfied. When I’d regained my breath, I traced the tattoo on his left shoulder with a finger. It was a heart, just like the Lucky Heart’s brand, inked in a simple, solid black line.
“When did you get this?”
“My third year in the army. Me and a bunch of the guys from my squad were on leave for a weekend in South Carolina. None of us wanted to travel far from the base so we went out drinking and talked each other into getting tattoos.”
“Why did you pick your brand?”
He kissed the top of my hair. “That was a pretty intense time for all of us. We had just gotten back to the States, and everyone was jumpy as all hell. I was on edge and restless, so when the tattoo artist asked me what I wanted, the first thing I thought of was home. I thought maybe having the brand would bring me some peace.”
“Did it?”
