Page 49 of Scars of Silk

I nod frantically but then give a squeal when his palm lands on my right butt cheek. “Answer.”

“Yes. Yes, I do.”

I stand still, suitably chastised, but achingly turned on. He lowers my knickers until I’m bare and then pushes my ankles further apart. I’m torn between a desperate need to close my legs and for him to carry on with his plans.

I cry out as he places his lips over my clit, sucking on it hard. My legs tremble harder, the tension from standing in the same position and my desire making them wobble.

His tongue licks me long and hard, all the way from the back to the front, skipping across my entrance until it’s back over my clit which he nibbles gently with his teeth.

On his second pass, he dips his tongue inside me and I groan wildly. Pleased with my response he thrusts his tongue deep inside, it’s warm and sensational.

His hand raises and his thumb turns circles on my clit. I shudder almost unable to control myself. Another thrust and slide of his tongue, his fingers always working me and I’m whimpering hard, barely able to hold my own weight as I push down into his face. He’s all teeth, fingers, and tongue as I shut my eyes and throw my head back.

The mother of all orgasms thunders at me hard and I cry out, grinding myself into his teeth, desperate for the pleasure to roll into a pinch of pain.

When he’s sucked me to a dazzling end, he shifts back a little and smiles up at me, his dark eyes shining bright. “Welcome home from work.” He grins impishly. “Told you I was going to spend the day researching.”

“Fuck, Dan.”

He lifts one dark brown. “Now that, I plan to do next.” Straightening to his feet, he reaches me into his arms, lifting me up, his mouth on mine where I can taste myself and whisky combined.

“Take me to bed,” I whisper against his lips.

“Already on it.” He kisses me all the way up the stairs and kicks at his bedroom door and the whole way up I can’t help but wonder how I met this guy, and just what chance I have of keeping him.

Thirteen

Dan

“Vinny called.” We are in the dark of my room, wrapped up so tight my ribs are aching—not they aren’t aching, anyway.

“Vinny?”

“Fight club Vinny.”

She cringes against my side. “And?”

“He was fishing for info, wanted to know if I’d heard anything.”

Groaning, she burrows her face into my skin. “I’m sorry.”

With delicate fingers, I tilt her face to meet mine. “Sorry for what? Not letting me carry on a path that would kill me?”

Her eyes glance up at me in the darkness, shining a little too bright, salt water glimmering behind her lashes. “I was wrong to get involved. I guess I just go into saving mode. That’s what Will has left me with. I just want to try to make things better for everyone, so they don’t hurt the way he used to.”

I roll us so her naked body is pressed under mine, and my hand slides down her face, so intimate so soon. “Look at the effect you’ve had on me. Two weeks ago, I wanted to receive a punch I didn’t want to wake up from. Now.” I hesitate a little. This is supposed to be fun, a couple of weeks of anything but normal. I swallow but then say the words on the tip of my tongue. I’m done holding back. “Now I’m wondering what I can cook you for breakfast tomorrow that will make you stay another day.”

She grins, and it’s damn beautiful mixed with equal levels of cute.

“Make it good. I don’t want a reason to leave.”

I don’t want to ask, but then I don’t want to be unprepared for when loneliness will come knocking at my door again. “How long do you think you’ll be here?”

Sighing, her face flickers into a frown. “I was hoping the end of this week, but no one is talking, I’m not serving any purpose here.”

She opens her mouth, but then shuts it again—I can spot a secret a million miles away. I don’t call her on it though. She’s already planning to leave.

My chest aches, an unsettled sensation rippling in the place where my ribs meet. “I guess you’ve got other things to do?”