“I want to come,” she whispered, so he spat on his fingers and found her clit. He chased bliss, stroking Raven past the point where her mouth dropped open and her eyes rolled back.
When she finally came, it was with her sweet pussy gripping him and a sound that resonated through the room. He found his glorious end on a wave of her moans.
ChapterEighteen
Raven wokeup to a deliciously sated body. She stretched her achy limbs, smiling as she recalled how the evening had unfolded. Turning, she looked to the other side of the bed but found it empty, only realizing she’d hoped for a different reality when her stomach did a somersault.
“Stop it,” she told herself.
And she hopped out of bed, picking up her clothes on her way to the bathroom. A bathroom that was warm and filled with condensation, meaning Silas had left within the last half an hour.
He’d spent the entire night with her.
God, she wished she’d slept a little less soundly so she could remember the cuddling.
As she stepped into the shower, she thought about how her night with Silas hadn’t felt like the other hookups she’d had in the past. He’d paid attention to her in a way that had been a little unnerving. She was used to hot and lustful. But she wasn’t used to tender.
It had been difficult not to extrapolate in those moments. To picture a reality where she could revel in those feelings again and again.
Once out of the shower, Raven was moisturizing when she froze suddenly, registering the TV playing in the next room. She’d not turned it on. She quickly threw on her robe and picked up her blow dryer, cursing herself for not bringing her phone to the bathroom.
“Hello?” she called out before she rounded the corner, ready to bonk a head if needed.
“Hey, morning!”
Silas.
Raven immediately relaxed hearing his voice and placed her weapon down before fully entering the room. He was dressed in yesterday’s clothes but nevertheless looked refreshed.
“I was getting us some breakfast at the Yodeling Loon,” he said, turning to look at her. “Didn’t want to wake you.”
His eyes traveled the length of her body, and the delicate parts he’d explored responded as if he’d touched her. But she ignored the call to jump all over him and instead approached the table he’d set up with food.
“This is really nice, thank you,” she said, taking in the pancakes, bacon, fruit medley, and coffee.
As they took their seats, Raven felt nervous about sharing a meal with him. They did it every day, sure, but not after sex.
“What are you thinking about?” he asked as he passed her utensils.
“Just how it’s kinda wild that you had your face between my thighs hours ago, but now I don’t know if putting my legs in your lap would be too much.”
She added a laugh at the end to soften her words and hopefully lessen the possibility of them coming off as a serious request. But Silas studied her, then bent over and lifted her feet into his lap without another word.
Her cheeks warmed, and it took a beat to fully relax and dig into her breakfast like he was doing. They ate in comfortable silence, and Raven watched Silas stretch his right arm, rotating and massaging the shoulder.
“I hope I didn’t hurt you,” she said.
“How would you have hurt me?”
“Well, you did toss me around a lot, and I wasn’t very gentle.”
He smiled shamelessly, and she was grateful to be seated because her knees would have certainly buckled.
“I’m made of stronger stuff,” he said. “But my shoulder is always tight in the morning. I do stretches to keep it nimble.”
“From the accident?” she asked.
“Yeah, that definitely made it worse. But generally, archers have to stay on top of our shoulder and back health.”
