Chapter Nine

 

I barely slept, and all day at work, Kayla kept pushing for details about Silas and me. I didn’t have any. He hadn’t called, he didn’t respond to my text, and even though I expected to see him at the shop that day, he didn’t show.

“Are you okay?” Kayla asked as we closed for the day.

I nodded, fighting back my tears.

“Why don’t you go to him? Tell him how you really feel?” she suggested.

I knew if I’d only told him when he asked the first time, none of this would be happening.

“What if he doesn’t want to see me?” I asked.

“Then he doesn’t want to see you. But you have to at least try,” she urged.

I hugged my sister and rushed to my car. The hotel wasn’t far from the bakery, so I decided to go straight there instead of going home first.

Silas’s rental car was parked in the front parking lot. My heart calmed a bit knowing he hadn’t left town. Inside, the clerk was impossible, refusing to give me Silas’s room number. “I can call,” she said with a smirk.

“Fine,” I agreed. “Tell him it’s his home.”

She gave me a strange look and then picked up the phone. I heard her telling Silas that ‘his home’ was here. “Okay, sir,” she said quickly, and hung up.

Her eyes were distant and empty as she chomped on her gum. “Well?” I asked, feeling impatient.

“Room 109,” she said.

Before she could give me directions, I rushed away from the counter and down a long corridor lined with red doors. I found his room, knocked, and felt my nerves unravel as I waited for him to open the door.

I heard him on the other side of the door, sounding like he was scooting something heavy. The door opened, I leapt into his arms without saying a word. I just needed to feel him, to have him hold me.

His arms tightened around me, his head rested on mine, and I heard him let out a long, deep, sigh.

I pulled back, staring up into his dark eyes. “You’re what I want. You’re what I’ve always wanted,” I admitted.

His eyes glossed over with wetness, but not a single tear dropped. His lips tightened, but I could see them begin to quiver as he obviously fought back the rush of emotion.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“I’ve never been surer of anything in my life,” I said sternly.

“I love you, Lucy,” he said softly, kissing me on the forehead.

My heart felt as though it exploded in my chest from the overload of emotion surging through me. “I love you too, Silas,” I sobbed.

His strong arms scooped me up from my feet and carried me into the hotel room. The heavy door slammed shut behind me as he moved toward the bed. My mouth reached for his, stretching my neck until our lips finally met. His taste was so delicious, so missed, my tongue worked diligently to sop up every ounce of his flavor.

He gently placed me on the bed, his eyes penetrating me fiercely as my body began to ache for his touch. He undressed, slowly, letting me take in every ripple in his chest, every line in his form. He held his cock, stroking it slowly, and then slid on a condom before lowering to his knees at the end of the bed. He gripped my ankles, pulling my ass to the edge and closer to his mouth. I fell back, unable to control the arousal that rolled through my body like thunder. My back arched as he slipped my skirt above my hips and my panties to my ankles.

My eyes were closed, waiting for the sensation of his touch. His tongue pressed flat against my pussy, lapping my flesh with slow, steady strokes. Moans escaped my throat, my hands reached for his head, gripping it, guiding it to keep the same rhythm.

My knees tightened around him, pressing into his ears as his tongue pushed deep inside of me. I lifted up, rocking my hips toward him as he sucked on my flesh, enjoying the juices he aroused from me. “I love you,” I whispered.

“I love you,” he said softly, lifting his mouth from my sweet spot. His eyes penetrated me, filled with emotion and hunger.

He stood, showing off his large erection as he leaned forward to grip my shirt. His strong hands lifted it from my body, over my head, and into the floor without effort. My eyes locked onto his as he carefully removed my bra. His movements were so sensual, so loving, my body responded with electric tingles, goosebumps, and a gentle quivering.

His hands slowly slid down my sides, stopping at my hips. He gripped my flesh tightly and pulled it toward him. My legs wrapped around his waist as he lowered himself at the edge of the bed. My arms locked around his neck as he lifted me from the bed and onto his erection. The weight of my body pushed him deep into my pussy as loud moans filled the room.

My back pressed against the wall as Silas pushed into me. His growls were intoxicating, his strength powerful and impressive. The palm of his hands rested on my ass cheeks, pushing them upward, and then letting them drop slowly back down onto his long cock.

Waves of pleasure began rolling through my body as my clit swelled against his pelvis. My eyes locked to his, and with my body shaking, my pussy throbbing, and my bottom lip quivering, I came in his arms.

He lowered me to the bed, mounted me gently, and leaned in, kissing me softly on the mouth.

My body was still recovering from the powerful orgasm it’d just received when he began to throb inside of me. Another swell of waves rolled through, causing my eyes to close, my legs to fall open, and my body to interact only with his. His cock slid in and out, slowly, and deep. My skin was so sensitive that every stroke sent me into a trance-like state of satisfaction.

His body tightened. His arms flexed around me, and his legs pushed his hips further into mine. I reached around his muscular body, my hands resting on his hard ass as it clenched from the ecstasy shooting through his veins.

“I’m home,” he said softly, pulling me into him as he rolled to his side.