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By the time I pulled back we were both breathing like we’d just run sprints; my dick was rock hard, desperate to be buried deep inside her.
“Stay, baby,” I panted, squeezing my eyes closed and resting my forehead against hers. “I won’t be able to sleep without you beside me. I want to go to sleep with you in my arms, baby. Please.”
She inhaled deeply. “I was just going to say you’ll have to lend me a T-shirt to sleep in, because I don’t have anything.”
I let out a laugh and hauled her up so her thighs straddled my lap. She had a gift for making everything better, and I didn’t think there would ever come a time in my life when I’d get enough of her.
23
SLOANE
Since my talk with my girls, I’d made more of an effort to push any negative thoughts down, shoving them into the deepest, darkest corner of my mind where I rammed them into a steel box and locked the lid tight. I was happy. No, that didn’t quite cover it. I wasmorethan happy, so much so I couldn’t find the right word to describe exactly how I felt.
It had been three days since Silas had asked me to stay the night, and since then, it felt like a major shift had happened in our relationship. If I hadn’t been sure before, I was now. Silas Bridger was it for me. He was the man of my dreams. The one, in all caps. Just thinking about him made me smile ridiculously.
“I know that look,” Lucille said, jolting me out of my daydreams and back to reality. She sat across from me in her little apartment, staring in my direction as she lifted her martini glass and smiled slyly over the rim. “That, darling, is the look of a woman completely smitten.” She took a sip of her cocktail and lowered the glass. “You’re in love, and I want to hear all about it. It’s that sweet Darcy’s father, isn’t it?”
I giggled behind my own glass. It might have seemed a little early in the day to be enjoying cocktails, but Lucille was all about living her life to the fullest, which meant that sometimes Martini Hour happened in the middle of the day on a Thursday if that’s when the mood happened to strike. And I’d learned a long time ago that it was pointless to try to ignore Lucille’s whims, so there I was, sitting on her buttery-soft velvet couch, and sipping a martini at one in the afternoon.
“It is,” I said softly, smiling into my glass as I sipped. While Lucille preferred her gin martinis dirty with an extra olive, I liked mine with vodka and a twist. Fortunately for me, my friend kept a very well-stocked liquor cabinet that catered to her constantly growing group of friends. “And I am,” I confirmed.
She placed her glass on the coffee table between us and clapped her hands. “Oh, my sweet Sloane, that makes me happier than I can explain.” Her smile fell and her expression grew stern. “Now, you know what this means, don’t you? I fully expect you to bring this boy to meet me so I can size him up. See for myself whether or not he’s good enough for my girl.”
I snorted and shook my head. “He’s hardly a boy, Lucille. He’s in his forties, for crying out loud.”
Lucille pursed her lips. “At my age, everyone younger is either a boy or a girl. Plain and simple.”
There was no point in arguing. She was set in her ways, so that was that. “Okay, but you’ve already met Darcy. You really think she’d be as wonderful as she is if her father sucked?”
“Sweetheart, I think you know better than anyone that a child’s attitude doesn’t always reflect their upbringing. Look at you. You’re the kindest, bravest, most wonderful woman I know, and you managed to turn out that way inspiteof your mother, not because of her.”
“You know what I meant,” I said quietly. “Silas is nothing like my mother. He’s a good man and a good father, Lucille. You’ll like him very much.”
“Oh, I have no doubt about that. If you’ve fallen in love with him, he has to be very special. But I still want to meet him.”
“Then I’ll make it happen,” I promised.
“Good.” She picked up the shaker and topped off her drink. “We’ll do a dinner. Make sure it’s somewhere nice, and make sure that man of yours is paying.” She shot me a wink, and I burst into laughter.
* * *
I saw him the moment I turned into my driveway, a ridiculously giddy smile splitting my face. I shut off the car and climbed out. “Hey,” I said as I rounded the car and headed up the walkway.
Silas stood from where he’d been sitting on my front porch. “Hey, back, Sassy.”
I stopped on the second step, smiling up at him so big it made my cheeks pinch. It wasn’t lost on me how he towered over me. It was one of the many things I loved about him. He was sobig. I was a tall woman, but I loved how he managed to make me feel small every time I was in his arms. He made me feel safe and secure. Protected. “What are you doing here? Not that I’m not happy to see you, but aren’t you supposed to be at work?”
He took one step down, bringing him so close I felt the heat coming from his body and smelled him, that intoxicating, manly scent that was all Silas.
“I couldn’t concentrate when I knew you were here, all by yourself,” he said in a low, husky voice that did insane things to my insides. “Hell, woman, I can’t concentrate most days simply because I can’t stop thinking about you.” His large hand banded around the front of my throat, and I sucked in a sharp gasp at his touch as a rush of arousal soaked my panties through in an instant. “You drive me fucking crazy,” he whispered, leaning in so close his lips brushed against mine. “You’ve made me addicted to you, and I can’t get enough.”
I hummed, suddenly so turned on I couldn’t think straight. No other man had ever been able to affect me the way Silas could. One simple touch flipped that switch, and in the blink of an eye I’d go from normal to positively ravenous for him. “Then I think there’s only one thing we can do.”
“Yeah, Sass? And what’s that?”
I reached up and fisted the front of his shirt so tight the buttons strained. “I think you need to take me inside and fuck me so hard I’ll be able to feel you for days and days.”
A growl rumbled up his throat, a wicked smirk curling his lips. “There’s my good girl.”