Chapter Sixteen #4
I don't hesitate before obeying. I'm not giving him the chance to back out again.
I've never done body shots before, but I'm not about to clue him in on the fact I have no idea what he's about to do.
My fingers find the hem of my t-shirt, sliding the soft fabric up over my stomach and chest before pulling it over my head.
I let it fall from my fingers, dropping it to the floor beside us before moving onto my bra.
I unhook the clasps behind me, letting the straps fall down my arms. Before the fabric can hit the ground, his hand darts out to catch it mid-air.
His knuckles brush against the bare skin of my stomach as he does, the contact making my breath hitch.
"Gasping already?" He folds the lace between his fingers with deliberate care before setting it on top of my discarded shirt in a neat pile.
"We haven't even gotten to the fun part yet.
" His eyes sweep over my now-exposed body, lingering just a few seconds on my breasts before snapping back up to meet my eyes again.
He takes a slice of the cut lime and brings it to my mouth.
"Open," he commands, not asking. I part my lips so he can place the lime wedge between them.
"Bite down gently, just enough to keep it in place.
" I close my teeth around the fruit. I can taste its sour juice and feel a few drops running down my chin.
He then unscrews the cap from the tequila bottle and sets it down on the counter next to us .
His right hand moves to the back of my neck, fingers weaving through my hair before gripping firmly, causing me to gasp around the lime.
The slight sting on my scalp brings a flutter of anticipation in my stomach.
I barely notice when he grabs the salt with his other hand.
All I can focus on is the intoxicating heat of his bare skin pressed against mine, his warm breath across my skin as his lips lightly touch the edge of my ear.
"Both hands on your tits and squeeze them together.
Tight." My hands tremble slightly with nervous energy as I bring both hands to my chest, cupping my breasts and pushing them together as he asked.
His eyes follow my every movement. "Tighter," he demands, his grip in my hair tightening fractionally to emphasize his point.
My breathing becomes shallow as I comply, pressing my flesh more firmly together, creating a deeper valley between my breasts.
"Just like that," he whispers. Using his grip on my hair, Silas tilts my head to the side, exposing the sensitive column of my neck to him. I can feel my pulse hammering beneath my skin and I wonder if he can see it.
In one torturously slow motion, he leans in, dragging his warm, wet tongue from my collar bone all the way up to just below my ear.
The sensation causing goosebumps to rise across my skin.
My breath catches in my throat as he sprinkles salt onto the damp trail he just created, the tiny crystals clinging to my flushed skin.
Starting again at my collar bone, he traces the exact same path with his tongue, taking his time collecting each grain of salt as he works his way up. The feel of his tongue against my skin has heat pooling between my legs, the lime almost falling from between my lips.
He drops gracefully to his knees on the floor in front of me, positioning himself so his face is just below my breasts that I'm still obediently squeezing together. Bringing the bottle of tequila above his head, he begins to tilt it, carefully pouring a slow, steady stream down into my cleavage .
I gasp sharply around the lime when the cool alcohol hits my skin, the sudden chill making my nipples tighten beneath my hands. I watch, mesmerized, as the amber liquid travels down between my pressed-together breasts, creating a perfect waterfall of liquor into Silas's awaiting mouth.
Silas stops pouring and swallows with a satisfied hum.
He reaches up to remove my hands from my chest, his fingers wrapping firmly around my wrists as he guides them down to rest at my sides.
He begins to rise up off his knees, but instead of rising to his full height, he brings his mouth up to my breasts.
His tongue traces over my skin, collecting every remaining drop of the tequila.
My mind goes fuzzy when Silas stands up fully, and leans forward, his mouth closing over mine to take the lime wedge between his teeth. As he takes the fruit from between my lips, I can taste the tequila on his breath mixing with the tart citrus taste of the lime that lingers on my tongue.
He pulls back slightly, the lime secured between his teeth and a cocky smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
A single drop of juice trails down his chin.
Without thinking, I reach up and catch it with my tongue.
The stubble on his chin feels rough and prickly against my tongue as I drag it across his chin, licking the spot clean.
He uses his mouth to place the lime wedge against my skin, just below my chin. The sensation from the droplets of lime juice slowly rolling down my neck makes me shiver involuntarily.
"Stay still," he murmurs around the lime. "Don't move." His hands slide down to my waist, holding me tightly.
He slowly slides the lime wedge down with his mouth, tracing a torturous path along my neck.
I know he just told me not to move, but I can't help it.
My head falls back, giving him better access as he sweeps the fruit across my pulse point.
His fingers dig into my flesh just hard enough to keep me anchored in place .
"Silas," I whisper, not even knowing why. I just need him to keep going.
He doesn't respond with words, but he seems to know exactly what I wanted. His mouth continues its descent, moving across my collarbone before traveling down to the swell of my breast. I gasp when he circles one nipple, and then the other.
He keeps going, tracing a straight line down the center of my stomach.
My muscles flutter beneath the movement of the lime as I struggle to control my breathing and remain still.
Every inch of my body feels hypersensitive, like my skin might catch fire from every touch.
I bite my lip to keep from making a sound, I’m afraid to do anything that might cause Silas to stop, but a small whimper escapes my lips.
To my surprise, Silas makes a sound in response, a low growl from deep inside his chest and pulls me closer.
When he reaches the waistband of my jeans, he pauses.
His hot breath fanning across my lower abdomen has me wishing more than I ever had for anything in my life that I had the ability to make my clothes fall off with my mind.
My fingers find their way into his hair, trying to guide him lower to where I so desperately need him.
The rough denim suddenly feels like an unbearable barrier between us, and I can't help but shift my hips toward his mouth, trying to close the distance.
I whimper and my fingers tighten in the dark strands of his hair trying to push him back down when I notice the lime is gone and I feel his tongue begin to move upward.
He's retracing the same path he took with the lime, only this time with his tongue, moving deliberately at a slow, torturous pace.
He grabs both of my wrists, holding them behind my back in one of his large hands.
The wet heat from the rough drag of his tongue moving back up my body has me shaking.
He takes his time, savoring each inch of skin like I'm something to be worshipped.
My hands curl into fists behind my back, his grip unrelenting. My knees buckle, but he holds me upright, pinning me against the counter with his body .
"You taste like lime and bad decisions," he whispers against my skin, teeth grazing over my nipple just hard enough to make me gasp. "It might be my new favorite flavor."
I rock my hips forward, desperate for friction, but he just chuckles and pulls away, straightening to his full height, still holding my wrists pinned behind me.
"You're really stopping?" My voice comes out embarrassingly breathless and needy.
"You're shaking," his calm smirk is infuriating. "I thought you needed a break."
"Your observation skills are truly astounding , Detective."
A muscle jumps in his jaw. His grip on my wrists tightens just shy of painful, sending a bolt of heat straight to my core. His other hand slides up my ribs, the calluses on his palm scraping deliciously over my skin until he reaches my chest. His thumb tracing the curve of my breast.
"Still mouthy." His thumb stroking over my hard nipple. "Even now."
"I figure if I annoy you enough, you'll either make me come or kill me to shut me up." I tilt my chin up, "At this point, I'd take either."
Something dark flares in his eyes. His hand moves up to my mouth, dragging the pad of his thumb across my bottom lip. "You have no idea what you're asking for."
"That's the problem." I bite down gently on his thumb, watching his pupils blow wide. "I want to know."
Silas freezes when my teeth graze his skin, his breath hitching almost imperceptibly.
I feel it more than hear it—the way his body goes taut like a bowstring pulled too tight.
I think I've finally unraveled his control, and the power of it makes me bold.
I release his thumb with a slow drag of my tongue over the pad.
The corner of his mouth twitches. Then, in one swift motion, he spins me around and presses me face-first against the counter. My breath leaves me in a rush as his body cages me in, his chest flush against my back. His hands slide to my hips, fingers splaying possessively over my jeans.