His scent lingered in the air, the scent of him still clung to the expensive linens tangled around her legs. Something on the inside of her tugged for her to move in his direction. She stretched her arms above her head, let the sheet slip down to her waist, nipples still tight from the chill in the room—or maybe from the memory of his mouth. Chris Brown'sNo Interruptionsspilled tastefully from the house speakers—every lyric crawled across her skin like it had been placed there for her and her alone. She moved on instinct, body still loose from the night before, and her muscles tender in the best way. Her hips swayed to the music, her confidence loud in her bare skin. She danced her way across the hardwood floor, her personality on full display. She entered the bathroom like the woman she was—bold in a soft kind of way, and lit from the inside.
Silas stood under the stream of the shower, shoulders wide, muscles dripping, smirk deep. He watched her like he already knew she was coming. Like she belonged there.
“Good morning, handsome,” Nuri greeted, her voice soft, but laced with something that sounded like ownership. She didn’t wait for an invitation—just reached for the cloth he’d just finished using, filled it with sensitiveDovesoap, and began working the lather across her skin like she had no audience.
Silas chuckled, eyes dark, amused.
“Good mornin’, love. How you feelin’?” Silas asked, removing the towel from her hand so he could do it for her.
"Oh, you don't have to do that."
"You gon' find out real quick,” he cut in, voice steady, eyes locked. “that when you wit' me, I'ma do what the fuck I wanna do," he told her. "Right now, I wanna wash your body from head to toe…then wash ya hair when I finish," Silas rasped, boring deep into her eyes, creating an intensity so great, Nuri came accidentally.
He didn’t raise his voice, but the way he said it like it was law and her body belonged to him did something to her. Nuri held his gaze, and that’s when it happened. Without touch, without warning, just from theintensityin his stare alone—her body responded. It was soft. Quick. Unexpected.
“Ohh…Ssss,” A low gasp left her lips before she could catch it.
Silas smiled like his mission was accomplished.
Fresh out of the shower and feeling like paradise, Nuri stepped into the bedroom with her hair wrapped in a towel, droplets of water still sliding down her spine. The scent ofDove Sensitivebody wash lingered on her skin. Everything about her felt brand new. Silas walked beside her, towel hanging low on his hips, chest glistening. Nuri couldn't peel her eyes away from the lion tatted on Silas' chest. Nuri couldn’t stop staring.
That chest.
That ink.
That man.
He caught her watching and smirked, cocky with ease, like he knew exactly what he was doing to her.
“I ordered you something to eat while you were sleep,” Silas said, walking across the room and snatching his phone off the dresser. “And something to wear. If it don’t fit right, I’ll get you another size.”
Nuri blinked dramatically twice. “Wait… What? How’d you know my size?
Silas looked at her like the answer was obvious.
“Easy work. I looked at the tags on the clothes I peeled off yo’ fine ass last night.”
Her mouth parted, and the blush came before she could stop it.This nigga got jokes, and applying pressure at the same time.She was too busy dancing when she woke up to recognize the outfit that was laid on the back of the couch that was situated across the room.
"Thank you," Nuri said, strutting across the room to see all that Silas had purchased for her.
Silas was mesmerized by Nuri's thick, toned thighs, and that ass she effortlessly carried around.
Nuri glanced toward the couch across the room and finally noticed the laid-out outfit she’d been too distracted to see earlier—denim high-waist jeans and a custom bandeau top iced out in crystals. Lined up next to it lay a big bottle ofBaccarat Rouge 540, the matching body butter,Cashmere Mist deodorant, a shiny tube of Fenty gloss, and a sleek pair ofChanelsunglasses. Every detail screamed‘I pay attention.’
Nuri strutted over, her hips swayed softly, as Silas followed her with his eyes like she was the only thing in the room worth looking at.
And that ass was a fucking statement…He could watch it for life.
“Wow, Silas?—”
“Call me Si’, like you did last night.”
She laughed and shook her head. “This man.”
He stepped closer, voice deep and smooth as wine.
“Mhm.Thisman is a real ass man. What I look like bringing you to my crib and not takin’ care of you?” He licked his bottom lip. “Shit, we not even gon’ talk about the things I did to you last night… or the way Iownthat pussy now. This? This was the least I could do. Best believe I plan on doing a lot more.”
