“That’s a lot of fantasizing,” she mused. “Did I live up to your internal hype?”
Those gray eyes opened to study her. He slid a hand behind his head. “Baby, you surpassed it. My filthy fantasies have nothing on the real thing.”
“So it was good?” she clarified.
He hooked her under the arms and pulled her higher so her breasts were in line with his mouth. “Darlin’， I don’t know what goes on in that busy mind of yours, but there is no way on this green earth that you could be thinking that was anything but the best sex either of us has ever had.”
She relaxed against him and went back to idly tracing shapes on his chest.
“In fact, if I hadn’t been so rough with you and hadn’t lost most of my body’s water content into a condom, I’d go for the instant replay.” His tongue darted out to stroke over her nipple.
Her lips curved, and she pressed a kiss to the top of his head.
“Did I hurt you, Mags?” he asked gruffly.
Tomorrow morning, she would be walking like John Wayne after a day on a horse, but she’d wear it proudly. “You didn’t hurt me. I wanted it like that,” she confessed, suddenly feeling embarrassed.
“I don’t know if you noticed, but you let go. You trusted me,” he said, sounding smug.
Oh, she’d noticed all right. In the moment, it had felt so right. So good. But now, thinking about it was scaring the hell out of her. She didn’t just hand over the reins to someone else. That was exactly how people got hurt.
“Uh-uh,” Silas said, giving her a light slap on the ass. “Come out of your head, Mags.” He reared up and took her pebbled nipple into his mouth and sucked.
She let out the breath she was holding.
“That’s my girl,” he murmured. “I’ll keep doling out orgasms if it keeps you present.”
“I should go home,” she stammered. She should go home and overthink everything.
“Oh no you don’t. Kevin and Cody are there. Dean’s probably back, too. Now it’s time for me to tell you what I think,” he said. He shifted her to straddle him, his cock still semihard inside her.
“What do you think?” She wasn’t sure she actually wanted to know. There were some things a woman might never recover from.
“I think you’re wound so tight in daily life that you need a place where you can let go of all those things you’re holding on to. Where you can give that control over to someone else. Where you can be taken care of.” Leisurely, he gave her other nipple a lick. “And I think you needing me to take charge was something I very desperately wanted.”
She’d been all set to argue until his last admission. “It was?”
“I’m telling you this while you’re on top and in charge,” he said, giving a teasing thrust.
She loved the way his gaze locked on her breasts, the way his lips parted like he needed to devour her. Maybe part of her needed to be devoured. And maybe part of her wanted to prove him wrong.
“Mmm, you’re getting wet again. Aren’t you, Maggie?” Reaching behind her, he slipped his fingers down the cleft of her behind. She gasped when they skated over the puckered ring of muscle. And felt something like disappointment when they kept going.
“I should get home to Dolly and Taco,” she said, trying to work up the energy to get out of the bed.
Sy’s arm tightened around her. “But Dean and Cody are more than capable of keeping an eye on the little monsters. And Kevin’s there, too.”
“It’s weird and adorable that your dog thinks he’s a cat babysitter.”
“Kevin is a weird and adorable kinda soul,” he agreed. His drawl was sleepy, and it made her feel like curling up next to him and going to sleep might not be the worst thing in the world.
She yawned.
“Now, I’m not saying I’d hold you captive, Mags. But I think you’re making excuses and trying not to get attached. Which doesn’t work for me, seein’ as how I’m inclined to make you get attached.”
“You don’t play fair,” she complained.
“Think about that cot you’ve got waiting for you. That rickety, hard cot. Then there’s the matter of breakfast. If you go home, what’s for breakfast?”
“Dunno. Coffee and a protein bar probably.” She had to go grocery shopping. There was a skinny teenage boy living in the house now. Dammit. She really needed to make things happen with that kitchen.
“I’ve got homemade granola, yogurt, and fresh berries. Not to mention an entire pack of bacon that Kevin hasn’t discovered yet. And my coffee’s pretty fucking great.”