Page 57 of Every Hidden Truth

“Well, I guess you’ll have to follow my lead then.”

Turning me around, he framed my back and circled an arm around my waist to hold me close. The music changed in tempo, slowing to a seductive beat, and we swayed as his hips cradled my ass.

As I looped my arms around his neck, I slouched into his hold, and we danced. We dipped and swayed, gyrating to the pulse of the bass until sweat collected on my skin. Falling victim to the music, I lost myself, clinging to Ben as I tried to remember why I hated dancing so much.

In this moment, I couldn’t recall. Perhaps Drunk Silas was right about some things. Or maybe Sober Silas was simply a damn traitor.

16

Post-Orgasm Glow

It was almost elevenby the time Ben parked his silver Impala in my driveway. His black tie hung loose around his neck, his curls mussed chaotically from my fingers. Even though we’d stopped dancing an hour ago, his cheeks had remained candy-apple red.

I had to hand it to him, Ben was a great dancer. I might have grinded against him in embarrassingly inappropriate ways, but it had been worth it. I was willing to admit that dancing was fun. At least, dancing with Ben was fun.

“Thanks for coming to the dance with me,” he said as he put the car in Park but left it idling.

“It was fun,” I admitted, and he beamed at me.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Thanks for going with me.”

He reached across the center console and took my hand, bringing it to his mouth so he could kiss my knuckles.

“Do you want to come in,” I said, and his fingers twitched against mine.

He studied me for a moment before he nodded. “Yeah, I wanna come in.”

My heart leapt into my throat. “Cool.”

Exiting his car, I crossed the packed snow, careful not to lose my footing. His car beeped as he hit the lock on the fob, and I grinned madly as I hurriedly unlocked the front door.

I turned on the lights as Ben removed his coat, then his shoes. I followed suit, nerves exploding in my stomach.

We both straightened, staring at each other as the space between us charged. Then we moved at the same time, meeting in the middle as our mouths crashed together. My hands were in his hair, and his were tracing my suspenders. Then he hooked a finger under one and tugged it off my shoulder.

Oh, clothes were coming off? Hell yes!

I ripped at his tie, then attacked the buttons of his shirt as he pushed me backward toward the couch. We stumbled, trying to kiss and move and undress at the same time. Ben laughed into my mouth, and I grinned as he abandoned my suspenders to unbutton my shirt.

“This okay?” he asked.

My answer was stripping his shirt off and nodding with way too much exuberance. I chucked his shirt somewhere behind me as the back of my knees met the couch. Before I could fall back on it, he was spinning us so he could sit down. He tugged me into his lap until I was straddling him, and we both yanked at my shirt until it joined Ben’s tie on the floor.

Undershirts followed, and then it was skin on skin and I was shoving him down until we were horizontal. Splayed beneath me, chest heaving, he gripped my hips as I ground my ass against him.

He barked my name, and I smiled, doing it again. Then a third time.

Fingers cupped my neck, yanking me down to reinstate our desperate kisses. He tasted like sparkling punch and faded spearmint. I wanted to crawl inside him and never leave.

“Silas,” he said, but I kissed him to shut him up.

I didn’t want to talk. I was so tired of talking. But Ben was Ben, and he pushed against my chest until our mouths broke apart.

“Silas, are you—”

“I’m fine,” I interrupted, trying to kiss him again. He stopped me, and I growled in irritation. “Ben, I’m fine.”

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