I was blushing just thinking about it.
The door to my room opened without knocking, and I jumped, glaring over at the large man taking up most of the space in the doorway.
“Don’t you ever knock?”
Silas swaggered over to me, his usual grin overtaking his face. He fell on the bed beside me, wrapping one arm around mywaist. I shifted, self-conscious about how close his face was to my pussy.
“Why?” he asked, looking up at me.
It took me a moment to realize what he was talking about.
“I could be changing.”
That elicited a small chuckle from him. “Hate to break it to you, baby doll, but I’ve seen everything. I fucking love every single inch of your body.”
I blushed. “That’s not the point. And I’m not saying that because I’m self-conscious about my body.” Although… I shook my head. “A girl needs her privacy.”
His smile did nothing but piss me off. I shot him a nasty look.
“Aw, baby. You look at me like that, and I think it’s foreplay.”
My lips curled back. “Are you serious?”
I tried to get off the bed, but he sat up before I could react, his arms wrapped tightly around me as he hauled me up to him. He effortlessly placed me on his lap, positioning us so I faced him. I had no choice but to wrap my legs around his waist. His hand moved down to my ass, and he pushed me closer to him.
I gasped when my clit pressed up against his hard stomach, and he shot me a knowing look.
“Silas, stop. We need to talk.”
He shrugged, as if talking wasn’t a high priority on his list. It probably wasn’t. Especially when I could feel him behind me, feel how hard he was.
I shivered.
“So talk, angel.”
Fuck, he wanted us to talk like this? When I looked up and met his eyes, I got my answer. He really wanted us to talk like this.
How would I even start?
I closed my eyes and felt his fingers running gently over my cheek.
“Angel?”
My eyes opened. “I want to get on birth control,” I blurted out.
His reaction was small but noticeable, especially since I was still straddling his lap, feeling his hard body pressed against me. I felt the very moment when his muscles tensed.
The atmosphere seemed to get ten times colder.
And his eyes, once full of emotion, suddenly turned dead.
It was as if my words flipped a switch inside his brain. I bit my bottom lip nervously and shifted on his lap. Both hands grasped onto my waist, keeping me still. I sucked in a sharp breath, trying not to show any reaction, especially since he caught me at my tickle spot.
“Will you say something?” I quipped. If he stayed silent any longer, I might just mistake him for a gargoyle.
“You want birth control?” he asked quietly. Alarm bells rang loudly in my mind, but I ignored it and forged on.
“Yes. I want to get on birth control. I do not want to get pregnant.”
