Page 68 of Savage Cravings

“Yes,” I answered. “Now, take me home.”

I tried to move past him and out the door, but he stayed there like a bull, blocking my path. I glared up at him. He looked back at me with impassive eyes.

“I’m sorry I scared you, angel.”

He sounded sincere, but there was something dark about his voice, and I couldn’t tell what it was. I didn’t say anything.

He wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me close, and walked us farther into the room. My hands automatically moved to his shoulders, clutching the hard muscles there.

“Silas.” All it took was for him to be close, and already my voice took on a note of compliance. I shook my head in disgust. This was pathetic. I was pathetic. I blamed this on my inexperience.

Had I had more experience with these kinds of things, I wouldn’t be such a fool when it came to him. He came to a stop by his bed and took a seat with me on his lap. I shifted.

“You need to take me home.”

“I will,” he murmured, his lips moving to my ear. My grip on his shoulders tightened when he took my earlobe between his lips, sucking slightly. I let out a small gasp.

Hell, why was this affecting me so much?

“Let me make up for scaring you first.”

His words barely registered before I felt him tighten his hold as he shifted me on his lap, bringing us back to the same position we had been in at the picnic table. Like this, I could feeleverything.

I closed my eyes when he started to rotate my hips with his hands, aligning us in the best way possible.

“Hell,” I breathed out. His soft, seductive chuckle rang in my ear before he moved me faster, harder, grinding me down on his hard cock.

Even with my limited knowledge of male anatomy, I knew he was large—hell. The thought both terrified and intrigued me.

It wasn’t like I was going to do anything about it. I was still thinking about leaving New Orleans, and they had to return to Chicago. I was not going to follow them there. Not when I had just gotten out.

But looking at Silas, I couldn’t remember why being like this with him was such a bad idea. I could start a small fling with a man who knew what he was doing. Who I obviously had insane chemistry with. Perhaps this was why fate had me come to New Orleans. It put me directly in his path.

“You’re getting distracted,” Silas said darkly, his lips latching onto my neck.

I closed my eyes and ground my hips against him without his prompting.

“I’m obviously not doing a very good job if you find yourself drifting off in your head,” he whispered, sucking on my skin.

Hell, if he tried any harder, I might just self-combust.

“Silas,” I moaned. He sucked on the skin harder, his hands leaving my hips and moving up to my breasts. I arched my back and brought more of myself into his palm.

It felt so good.

So good.

I didn’t want it to end, but I was begging for it. I wanted him to take me there.

“Silas.”

“What do you want, angel?” he asked, finally taking his lips away from my neck. There was a good chance he might have left his mark there.

“Please,” I begged.

“Tell me,” he said, his voice low. The rumble of it might just be enough to get me there.

“Let me come.”

---