26. Silas
Storm’s hand presses to my chest, steady and sure, until the backs of my knees hit the bed. She doesn’t say a word, but the look in her eyes tells me exactly what she wants—control.
But also care. Awareness.
She’s thinking about my arm. About what I can’t do right now—not the way I’d want to. And something in my chest tightens as I let myself fall back.
I let the towel drop without breaking eye contact. Her breath stutters, just once, before she follows me down, straddling my hips like this is where she’s meant to be. Where I am. She braces herself with one hand on my shoulder, careful not to jostle my arm, and leans in to kiss me.
It’s like I’ve fallen into another dimension as Storm comes back up to a sitting position. From beneath her, I take her in. The curve of her body, the way she’s taking me in, gauging her next move. Taking charge without needing to announce it.
And God help me, I’m going to let her.
Leaning down, she kisses my chest, slides those full lips down to my abs and I groan, shifting because my cock is all too aware of her mouth nearby.
“Storm,” I rasp.
Either she doesn’t hear me, or she’s not listening to my warning. I won’t fucking last in the heat of her mouth. That much I know.
Her breath is hot between my thighs. Cool hands wrap around my length. “God, you’re big.” It’s almost shaky, her acknowledgement.
I growl when my tip enters her mouth.
“Fuck, Storm.” I hold myself from bucking my hips. A new kind of strength I never knew I possessed.
Gripping me tighter like she senses my hesitation, she runs her tongue down before taking me in her mouth again. I nearly explode when she comes up with an appreciative moan, gripping me from the base and sucking me in again.
“Storm.” It’s a warning now and she looks up from under her lashes.
I throw my head back. “Get up here,” I growl. “I need to be inside you.”
Her eyes flick down to my cock again, lip pulled between her teeth.
“Come here, Bee. I’ll get you ready.”
“What?”
“Sit on my face.”
She hesitates and it’s a first.
“Do it or I’ll flip you over, putting weight on my arm while I fuck you with my tongue regardless. Now sit on my face.”
She moves up and I help her along, my mouth like a magnet to more than just the lips on her face.
I’ve been dying to taste her again since the last time and it’s like muscle memory, finding where I need to be.
To flick. To suck. Remembering exactly what did her in last time, and planning to go the extra mile this time.
Making her considerably wet, preparing her to take all of me.
Because I’m seconds away from guiding this woman onto my cock and owning her with it all.
But not if it causes her an ounce of pain.
She moves her hips, riding my mouth, moaning and breathing. “Silas, I’m going to—”
I pull tightly on her clit with my lips as she screams through her release, gripping the headboard for support. I hold her upper thighs, my fingers working her from behind and her breath hitches before she screams out, riding out her orgasm.
Breathing hard she slides down, her eyes dark and sure in a way they weren’t before. “You’re going to ruin me, hotshot.”
“Good. Then we’ll be even.”
She smirks, pressing her lips to mine before sitting up again. She’s a fucking goddess. Her long damp hair falling around her shoulders. My eyes dip to those full lips that looked too damn good wrapped around my cock.
With my gaze on hers, I reach for it, stretching myself, biting back a groan as realization hits.
We have to stop.
“Storm. I don’t have a condom.”
Her eyes flash and I instantly hate myself for getting so carried away. Not to mention the thought of entering her bare is too tempting to ignore.
She doesn’t move. “But you’re clean,” she breathes, and it’s barely a question.
“Yes.”
“Then I don’t want one. I want to feel you. We’ll be careful,” she adds and I grit my teeth, losing the battle of sanity and giving in to the temptation of entering her bare.
I lick my lips. “Lift your hips for me, Bee.”
She does as I ask and I guide my dick inside her, holding her hips so she doesn’t rush herself over me.
I groan in her heat, and we’re barely at the halfway point.
“More,” she breathes.
I rub her gently with my thumb as she writhes. “Take it slow,” I groan and it’s a reminder for both of us as I lift my hips only slightly.
She’s tight. Really tight. I feel myself filling and stretching her.
Lifting her hips, she inches off me only to come down harder with a moan. Moving her hips, finding her rhythm as she rides me.
“That’s my girl.” My right hand lifts to slide a lock of hair away from her face, tucking it behind her ear.
Her body quivers.
“Fuck, Storm.” I refrain from telling her this was a mistake. Because now that I’ve been inside her, bare and fully buried, I never want to leave.
She clenches around me and fuck, I can’t wait to watch her ride the waves of her release against me. She’s already done it against my fingers, my mouth, and I already know I’m going to be addicted watching her ride me like a bull.
But she needs more. I need more. And the only way I want Storm coming over my cock is explosively hard.
There’s nothing gentle about the way I pinch one of her nipples and it makes her gasp, bringing her eyes to mine. I lift off the bed and suck the sore nipple into my mouth, licking tenderly. “Baby,” I grip her hips and lie back over the pillow. “I’m going to take over. I need to you to hold on.”
She sucks in a breath and nods, palms flat on my chest. I jerk my hips, making her take all of me with every thrust.
“Silas, God. Yes,” she pants, bouncing over me as she finds a new rhythm she learned she can take.
“Love how you take every inch of me, Bumble Bee.” I smooth the back of my hand against her jaw. “Tell me again how you wanted this to be the one night you let me fuck you like this.”
She groans, squeezing around me and I know she’s close. Fuck, I’ve been on the verge of coming all night with this woman.
A loud moan builds from her throat until she screams, shaking, convulsing around my cock. I don’t stop, I pump hard, thrusting deep, milking every last second of her orgasm while on the brink of my own.
I pump into her faster, harder, rubbing her with my injured hand while holding her steady with the other. “One more, baby,” I demand as I feel her coming.
“Silas,” she screams, head falling and fingers digging into my skin.
I nearly lose control when she squeezes me.
Gripping her hips, I slide out of her and flip her onto her back, then hover over her with one hand supporting me while the other pumps—it only takes one before I’m coming over her.
Grunting, and breathing hard as I look at the sexy mess I’m making of her soft skin.
Storm licks her lips, her cheeks flushed. “Holy hell, hotshot.” She pulls me down beside her. Her hand gentle as she strokes her fingers along my bicep. “Do I even want to know what it’s like when you’re not hurting?”
I smirk. “Stop acting like I’ve got one foot out the door and maybe I’ll let you find out.” I wink and slide off the bed. “Don’t move. I’ll get you cleaned up.”
Storm’s hair is wild around my chest and I want to keep her there for as long as I can. To fall asleep like this. To keep her safe.
I kiss the top of her head. She turns her head up. Her lip between her teeth in a smile.
“Don’t look at me like that, you’re too tired,” I murmur.
She hums and settles back over my chest, fitting like she was made for it. I let myself sink beneath her weight, knowing too much now. Knowing sleep will never come as easily again without her there.
There’s a gnawing pull on my chest when forever comes to mind. But it’s not for any doubt that I have.
It’s the inevitable ones I know she will. The trust I’ll need to earn back. And the decade of letdowns she won’t share, that I need to work out.
I don’t know how much time has passed, but when I wake, Storm isn’t in bed with me. Judging by the night’s sky and knowing we fell asleep shortly after sunset, I’d say it’s sometime after nine.
The bedroom door is open and I hear her in the kitchen, chopping and shuffling, a low hum of a vent hood.
I look for something to put on, but my clothes are likely still wet and scattered between the front door and the bathroom.
It’s a first for me—wearing a hotel-style bathrobe, but it’ll do until we’re back in her bed.
“Something smells good.”
She looks up at me from behind the island. “Chicken soup.” Sliced carrots are tossed into the pot. “Your mom used to make it for us.”
My stomach flips at the warm memory. “After we’d get caught in the rain,” I say, stepping toward the familiar smell.
“It was a lot easier getting caught in the rain in the summer.”
I kiss the top of her head as she leans against me, stirring up contents of the soup. I could easily fall for this version of her. Though nothing will compare to the version of her riding me. “You’re so damn sexy, Bee.” I finish the thought out loud.
She licks her lips, a hint of sadness that was nowhere in sight for the past few hours flicks across her face.
“Did I say something?”
“Hmm?” Her head flips back for a second but she doesn’t meet my eyes. “No. I was just thinking that . . . I had a nice time.”
I frown. “Storm if you give me more of that one-time thing B.S.—”
She shakes her head and gives me a seductive smile. “You know I wouldn’t dare.”
The tightness in my chest eases. “Is this about Max?”
“I’m just . . .” she manages a genuine glance my way. “Glad we finally had this time.”
There’s something off about what she’s saying and I know words are hidden. But I don’t push it. She’s given me enough today. And I’ll take as much or as little as she’s ready to give me.
Because I’m not losing Storm again by jumping the gun on questions.
Like why it sounds like whatever she’s hiding . . . might be the reason we won’t have this time again.