Page 76 of Whispers of Helena
I gasp in feigned offense. “Mr. Hayes, so scandalous.”
He chuckles, his voice dark as he brushes my hair away, replacing it with slow, lingering kisses along the curve of my shoulder. “I want to get you alone, Mrs. Hayes.”
I let my eyes drift shut, savoring the moment, the feel of him, the gin warming my skin, the music wrapping around us. “Did you park close?”
“Just the opposite,” he murmurs, lips brushing my skin. “Parked in the darkest corner I could find.”
“Perfect. Did you pay the tab?”
He nods against me, and I reach back, finding his hand at the base of my spine and lacing my fingers with his. Without another word, I tug him toward the door.
Once we make it to the truck, he pins me against the door, crashing his lips to mine. My hands find his hair and I curl my leg around his. Our breaths come fast and heavy as he takes me.
Kissing Silas Hayes is like drowning and breathing all at once. He kisses like he’s pulling me under just to bring me back to life. There’s nothing hesitant about it. No second-guessing. Just the rough press of his lips, the way his hands anchor to me like he’s afraid I might slip through his fingers. Every kiss is a claim, a confession, a promise.
His hand fumbles by my arm for the door handle. “Watch out, love.” I move aside and he opens the door, taking one last look at our surroundings. I climb in, scooting across the bench. He follows, closing the door. As soon as we’re both inside, his lips are back on mine.
“Fuck, I need you, Caroline.”
I push him back against the seat, undoing his belt. His fingers fumble with the button and zipper, then, lifting his hips, he pushes them down far enough to let his cock spring free. I place my hand around him and he exhales.
“Do we take our time, or do you want fast and dirty, Bronco?” I whisper against the taunt skin of his neck.
“We’re in a parking lot, Caroline, we don’t have the luxury of time.”
I laugh and straddle his lap. His hands find their way up the skirt of my dress. “Fuck, you’ve been bare this whole time?”
“Just for you.” I give him a hazy grin.
“How did I get this goddamn lucky?” His eyes scan my face, sparkling blue pools in the moonlight. I feel the heat in my cheeks as I rise up, lining his cock up with my entrance. I slowly sink down, letting the stretch burn, feeling the fullness.
“It’s like your cock was made for me, Silas. Feels so good. So full.”
His mouth roams around my neck and shoulders as his hands find my hips, setting a steady pace. He lowers the straps of my dress, pulling down, exposing my breasts. I circle his lips with my nipple until he captures it in his mouth, sucking, licking.
Between the gin, his mouth on my skin and the way his cock fills me so completely, I swear I could shatter into a million stars and set the whole damn sky on fire.
“God,are you close already, love? You’re dripping down my cock.”
I nod, my eyes squeeze close as I keep moving up and down, finding just the right depth for him to hit that place inside.
“Ah, fuck, you feel incredible, Caroline. Just like that.”
I feel the pleasure inching its way through my entire body. My hips start to slow and his grip tightens. His breaths come harder, his hips rising to meet my movements.
“I’m going to come.” His words are a warning.
“Come inside me. Please,” I pant.
“Are you sure?” His eyes open, finding mine.
“Yes,” I assure him.
His grip tightens on my hips as he thrusts deep, his breath ragged against my ear.
“Then I'm gonna fill you up,” he groans. “Gonna put a baby in you.”
“Oh, God, Silas. Yes, do it.”
