“You want it harder?” he asked, and when she nodded, he shifted them slightly before giving her faster, bolder strokes.
This was all for her. Only her. She wanted to hold off her orgasm, prolong the moment where she could pretend that Silas was hers, but his fingers found her clit.
“That’s it, gorgeous. Come all over my dick,” he said against her ear as her moans became unfettered.
She began to ascend, and it wasn’t long before she was shouting his name while millions of twinkling stars filled her vision.
After Silas came, grunting against her neck, he simply held her and kissed her nape. When their heartbeats settled, he got up to dispose of the condom, giving her a chance to look around.
His room was bare, nothing of note except for the beautiful wooden bed frame that appeared handcrafted.
“I know I need furniture in here,” he said almost self-consciously when he returned and found her surveying his space. “I just haven’t figured out how to design it or what pieces to get. I don’t want to overspend.”
“You should go to a flea market,” she said as he resettled beside her in bed and pulled her against his body.
“I’ve never gone to a flea market, but I don’t think I’d like it. Too much stuff. Too many options.”
“The key,” she told him, “is knowing what you’re looking for going in so you don’t get sidetracked or overwhelmed.”
“Of course, you’re a thrifting expert,” he said, gently chuckling.
“It’s fun. It feels like treasure hunting. The rejected become valued again,” she said and was about to suggest she take him one of these days before remembering that would be impossible.
“You good?” he asked, pausing the scalp massage he’d been giving her. He must’ve sensed the shift in her mood. “You need more painkillers?”
It was the perfect time to tell him she was leaving, but she chickened out and said, “No, I think I’m ready for your carbonara.”
She’d tell him tomorrow.
ChapterTwenty-Two
Silas wokeup to Raven in his bed, her body against his sending warmth rippling from his chest center. It felt familiar despite it only being the second time he was in this position with her.
As much as he wanted to stay in this hold all day, he needed to get ready for work. He attempted to slip out of bed without waking her, but he was unsuccessful.
“Rest. I’m just going to take a shower,” he whispered.
But she sat up, pushing her braids from her face, and asked, “Can I join you?”
And minutes later, after wrapping her bandaged ankle in a plastic bag, they were under a cascade of warm water. His hands skimmed over her full breasts, waist, and ass before he lazily stroked her pussy, delivering her to the point where she orgasmed on soft gasps.
Breakfast came next, and he made her an overly involved bowl of oatmeal that tasted like apple pie. While they ate, he said, “You can stay here for the day. The leftover carbonara is in the fridge, and feel free to use the TV or internet.”
“I’m going to work, though,” she said.
He shook his head. “You should take it easy.”
“I sit at a desk most of the day,” she said with a laugh. “I’ll be fine.”
And her statement was firm enough that Silas clamped down on the impulse that wanted to insist she rest.
“I’ll just need to stop at my place and get presentable,” she said, looking down at the baggy T-shirt she was wearing.
After they had finished their meal, Silas drove Raven to her motel where she instructed him to take a seat as she got ready.
“I’ll be fifteen minutes, thirty tops,” she said.
But Silas could’ve watched her for hours flitting around her room on her crutches, grabbing clothes from the armoire and evaluating her options in the mirror by holding them in front of her body. She settled on a mid-length dress that hugged her curves.
