Chapter 12 Silas #2
She nods, whimpers, her breathing becoming ragged.
It takes just a few more turns of my thumb over her clit, my fingers inside her finding that spot that makes her tighten her thighs around me and push into my hand, and when she comes, my name is a gasp on her lips, a breath.
It’s the most beautiful sound I have ever heard.
Her eyes grow sleepy once more, and she looks at me through her dark lashes. Her fingers come to my chest, dip lower to my abs. She’s cautious, almost inexperienced. I can tell in the way she touches me, and I like it.
“You should go to sleep,” I tell her, taking her small wrist in my hand but not stopping her as she traces the line of hair below my belly button.
With a groan, I move her hand away and get out of the bed. I need to take care of my erection. If I stay here, I will fuck her, and I can’t do that, not tonight.
“What are you doing?” she asks.
“I’m going to go have a shower. Go to sleep, sweetheart.”
“Wait—”
“We’re not doing this tonight, O,” I say, turning back.
She sits up, draws the blankets up to cover her breasts. “What did I do?” she asks, looking uncertain and maybe a little hurt.
I go to her, tilt her face up to mine and kiss the tip of her nose. “You didn’t do anything wrong, sweetheart. I would love nothing more than to bury myself inside you, believe me, but I need you sober the first time.”
“I am sober.”
I smile, shake my head. I shouldn’t have taken it as far as I did.
I should have tucked her into bed and walked out of the room.
I do that now, leaving the bedroom and intending on showering in the guest room.
Once there, I shut the door, switch on the shower and step inside, the icy water sobering until I remember the look on her face when she came, the sound of my name on her lips.
I grip my dick with the same hand that I touched her, and I set my other hand against the wall as I pump, a vision of Ophelia naked on my bed driving me on.
The way she felt beneath me, her warm, soft heat, the scent of her arousal.
Her whiskey eyes looking up at me like I was her world, and when she came, the sound she made.
The hand at the wall turns into a fist and I press my forehead against it. I’m going to come.
“Silas?”
I didn’t hear the door open. I stop and look over.
Ophelia stands in the bathroom. Her gaze shifts from my hand to my dick. We remain still for a long moment.
Water pours over me.
I face her to let her see, thrusting into my fist. She watches, her eyes wide, mouth a perfect little circle.
“Come here,” I tell her.
She shifts her gaze up to mine, licks her lips and steps into the shower, panties still on.
“You want to watch me jerk off?”
She nods, pushing wet hair over her shoulders.
“Put your hand between your legs.”
She doesn’t hesitate, sliding her hand into her panties, moaning. I grin, my dick growing harder. I’m going to fucking blow just looking at her.
I release my cock, push her up against the wall and smash my lips against hers, taking her mouth, kissing her like our lives depend on it, kissing her until I can’t breathe.
When I pull back, we’re both breathless.
I spin her around, slap her hands against the wall and draw her hips backward, bending her over as I kneel behind her and push the string of her panties aside.
I glance up to find her watching me as I spread her ass cheeks and take in her gaping, gleaming pussy, her tiny asshole, both so fucking inviting.
“I’m going to eat you raw,” I say and delve in, burying my face between her cheeks, inhaling her scent, tasting her as she moans, bending deeper, thrusting her ass against my face.
I lick her from hole to hole, and when my fingers find her clit, she cries out my name.
She comes so hard, her knees buckle, and I drink her in, my tongue deep inside her, my nose at her ass, my cock so hard it hurts.
I stand and catch her when she goes limp and kiss her, devouring her mouth like I did her pussy.
“You,” she says, small hand wrapping around my steel bar of an erection.
“On your knees,” I tell her and guide her down, the shower splashing water all over us.
She tilts her face up to mine.
I caress her head, then weave my fingers into her hair, watching her as she licks the length of my cock.
“Fuck, O.” I pump against her tongue. What I want to do is fuck her face. What I need to do is thrust so deep into her throat she has no choice but to swallow me whole, but she’s quick to gag and I get the feeling she’s fairly inexperienced.
“Shh,” I coax as her nails dig into my thighs.
She looks up at me with those soft eyes.
“Open your mouth and hold out your tongue.”
Like the good girl she is, she does, gripping my ass as I hold her still, rocking my hips, dipping into her mouth and when I come, I come on her face, in her mouth, into the back of her throat, her greedy little tongue licking me, mouth open wide to take the few inches she can manage.
“Good girl. Fuck. That’s a good girl.”
When there’s not a drop left, I draw her up to stand and devour her mouth, tasting myself on her, the combination of us the sweetest thing I have ever fucking tasted.
By the time I dry her off and carry her back to bed, she’s quiet.
I lay her down, then climb in myself and hold her to me, feel her hands on my biceps, her warm breath against my chest as we return to reality.
I wonder what the fuck just happened. What I just did.
Because never before have I felt this intensity of need with any woman.
When I hear her quiet tears, I hold her. My brow furrows as stark reality returns.
“Hey,” I say, tilting her chin up to see her face. “You okay? What we did—”
She smiles, touches my cheek. “What we did, I needed. What we’re doing now, I need. It’s… I’m not sure what’s going to happen to him. My dad. The news today…”
I nod. I saw the news. There was an ‘anonymous’ leak to the press detailing the blow her father was dealt in his embezzlement case.
“Shh, sweetheart. It’s late. Everything feels worse when it’s late. Go to sleep now. We’ll talk tomorrow, okay?”
“You’ll stay with me?”
I nod.
“Promise?”
“There is nowhere I’d rather be.”
She smiles, and I tug the blanket up to cover her shoulders.
I lay my chin on top of her head, her body curled into mine.
I hold her until she drifts off to sleep and I sleep too.
It’s the most peaceful sleep I have had in a long time and when I wake up, it’s to the sky turning a deep orange outside the window.
I roll onto my back, careful not to wake her.
I glance out the window. The snow has stopped but it will be a blisteringly cold day.
I turn to watch her sleep. The warmth of her so close feels good, feels right.
I listen to her quiet breathing, feel her heart beat against my chest. I hug her a little closer and look down at her blond head, her hair curly and wild like I like it.
My phone is on the nightstand, and when it buzzes with a message, I reach over to pick it and see my flight’s been canceled. Good. Because I’m not ready to walk away from Ophelia Hart just yet.
Smiling, I get up, careful not to wake her. I pick up my clothes and walk into the guest bathroom to shower and dress then go downstairs and make coffee. I text Hamish, telling him to take the day off as the coffee brews.
By the time I hear the shower go on upstairs, I’ve already drunk one cup.
I pour a cup for her, a warmth in my chest, a hope I don’t recall feeling before.
I can have any woman I want. I do. They’re usually socialites or models I forget about within hours of leaving their beds.
But what happened last night? Ophelia upstairs in my bed.
Spending the night asleep beside her. I’ve never done that with any woman before. Never wanted to.
I open the refrigerator to take out the cream, remembering how she used to like hers from when she first started drinking it, with lots of cream and lots of sugar. I pour myself a second mug. Black for me. I carry both upstairs.
Ophelia is in the shower.
I set the mugs down, intending on surprising her in the bathroom when an unfamiliar ringtone sends the first wave of something like dread through me. Something that pierces through that elation of moments ago. And suddenly, I have the feeling things are about to take a turn.
Ophelia’s coat is draped over the chair. She must have her cell phone in her pocket, and whoever is calling tries again.
The shower switches off as I reach into her pocket to grab out her phone but it’s not a phone my fingers wrap around. It’s something else. Something small and hard and…
Fuck. Me.
The bathroom door opens, a cloud of steam floating into the bedroom.
“Silas?” She smiles.
I look from her down to the palm of my hand not believing what I’m seeing, my brain not quite adding it up.
“Silas, what are you doing?” she asks, suddenly alarmed.
I can’t fucking believe what I’m looking at.
“I can explain.”
Ophelia’s voice sounds like it’s rooms away. I shift my gaze from the thing in my hand to her and back. Her eyes grow wide as she meets mine, and my name dies on her lips.
I blink to force my eyes to see it. To see the rock in my hand, then the woman who has her hand over her mouth.
“I can explain,” she starts again.
I shake my head, the engagement ring burning a hole in my palm.
“Silas, I never said—”
“You’re fucking engaged to him?”
Her eyes fill up, and when I stalk toward her, she takes several steps backward. “It’s not how it looks. I didn’t… ”
I lay my hand flat against her chest and shove her against the wall hard. “You’re fucking engaged to that bastard, and you let me believe… You fucking let me do…”
“Silas! No… It’s not…”
All I see is red. All I see is a liar.
“You fucking whore. You fucking goddamned whore. You let me think… You fucking asked me to stay!”
Tears stream from her eyes. She looks shocked, deeply wounded. And I don’t care.
“No, it’s not like that. It’s not, Silas. I swear!”
“Is that what you were doing last night? Out prowling for a man? For a fuck? Is that it?”
She shakes her head and tries to weave her fingers with mine.
“Don’t touch me. Don’t fucking touch me!” I step backward, away from her.
“Silas, please, let me explain!”
“You’re a fucking liar and a whore, Ophelia. You’re no better than them. And I’m sorry I laid eyes on you last night.”
“No. No—”
“I never want to see you again,” I say, crossing the room and hurling the ring at the far wall. “Do you hear me? Never!”
I walk out of the room, slam the door behind me. I gather my coat and wallet and walk out of that house. And I don’t look back.