Page 106 of Heart Taker

Maybe he’d changed his mind? Maybe he wasn’t coming? I wanted to text him, but hesitated, realizing that I was acting like a possessed fool. Instead, I paced my living room, trying to calm myself down. That didn’t work, so I sat down and turned on the TV for distraction. My knees bobbed up and down like I was sitting in the sin bin, waiting for that glorious moment of freedom, ready to hit the ice.

He’ll be here. He wants this as much as I do.

Still, waiting on him had me unsettled. I was never obsessed with anyone I was having sex with, not even Eloise. Sex was a good time, but nothing more than that. Our entire relationship always felt… comfortable. She seemed like a perfect fit for me. At least, on paper. There was no intense push and pull, no magnetic spark, no raw discovery. Nothing like I was experiencing with Silas. A year into my relationship with Eloise and I suggested she move in with me. Her response was “Not until I’m your wife” and I said “Okay, let’s get married.” That was it. But even that was more about convenience than a need. Which didn’t saymuch for my self-awareness at the time. And probably why our relationship unraveled so quickly after my injury.

There was nothing to fight for.

But Silas? Nothing prepared me for him.

For a connection that rocked my entire world to the core.

I was taking risks like I hadn’t done in years and loving every minute. That phone call last night? Bar down, the hottest sex of my life. And if I didn’t get my hands on him in the next thirty minutes, I was going to get in my car and go looking for him. That’s how far gone I was, counting down the seconds like I had in that championship final, anticipation riding me hard.

I heard the rumbling of an engine and vaulted to my feet, racing for the door.

Eager much? Jesus, Damien, calm yourself. You’re acting a fool.

A fool about to get fucked…

The very idea had my cock chubbing up in record time.

I watched as Silas’s truck came to a stop in my driveway. He turned the engine off, slipped out of the cab, and stalked up the entryway. He glanced up and spotted me, his expression feral. I’d never been on the receiving end of such heated determination before. Every nerve ending in my body lit up. It was like Silas could see all of me, everything I needed, without me having to say a word.

Next thing I knew I was backed against my door, and we were kissing like our lives depended on it.

Forget the phone sex last night. This, Silas’s mouth on mine, this was the best sex of my life.

“You’re late,” I whispered.

“No.” Silas punctuated the word with another possessive kiss. “I’m right on time, baby.”

“Cheesy.”

“But true.”

I smiled at him, and he moved suddenly, manhandling me until we were inside the house. I heard a door slam but don’t ask me if I was the one who closed it. I was too wrapped up in getting my hands all over Silas, pulling at his jacket, urging him to get it off. I needed him naked. Now.

“Too many clothes,” I growled as we stumbled down the hallway, unable to keep our hands off each other.

“Look who’s talking.”

“How about I give you a key for next time?” I suggested. “I’ll be ready and waiting in bed.”

Silas’s grip around my waist tightened.

“I can drop by anytime I want?”

“Anytime.”

“Fucking hell, Damien.”

“Is that a yes?” I teased.

“What do you think?”

Silas rocked his hips against mine, and when I felt how hard he was, I let out a filthy moan. His hands squeezed my ass, then slid under the denim, cupping my cheeks. God, his callused hands on my skin felt amazing.

“Commando?” he chuckled.

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