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There was no stopping the whimper that escaped me as his muscles tensed, and my gaze was helpless to trace them down to where they dipped into the waistband of his pants.

Watching me, his hands went there too, slipping the material down until he was bare as I was.

Mindless with need, I folded upward, reaching for his hips, pulling him closer.

His hand gripped the back of my neck as I ducked down, teasing my tongue over the tip of him, then sucking him into my mouth.

His hips jerked involuntarily, driving him deeper as a growling sound moved through his chest. I moaned around him, my own need growing with the sound of his.

But he only let me work him for a moment before his fingers slid into my hair, twisting, pulling until he popped from between my lips.

His fingers eased, slid out of my hair, then slipped around, framing my cheek, his thumb teasing across my lips.

Then he leaned down, grabbing me behind my knees, and flipping me back onto the mattress.

His body came over mine, cool against my burning skin. Yet I tried to cling to him as he pulled away, his lips sliding across my clavicle, down between my breasts, then over—licking, circling, sucking, scraping—then continuing down my belly, my hip, my thigh, then between.

A current shot up my spine and spread through me as his tongue slid up my cleft.

It was all heat and need as he worked me, driving me up, up, up.

But he pulled away at the last moment, his lips retracing his path back up as my legs closed around him.

His hips shifted, and a gasp escaped me as the thick press of him met my body. His head lifted, gaze holding mine as he shifted his hips, nudging me open.

He pressed in, slow and reverent, until my back arched and his name was all I had left.

Silas’s forehead pressed to mine, his body tense, searching for control. But it was the last thing I wanted. I needed him as urgently, as desperately as I was right then.

My legs bracketed his hips, heels digging into his ass, pulling him deeper inside as I sank into the stretch, the fullness, the way my heart fluttered in time with my breath.

My hips rocked, stripping what was left of Silas’s self-control, each slow thrust unraveling me a little more. My body was right there with him, chasing, clenching, shaking as he drove the pleasure toward something devastating.

“Maggie,” he groaned, feeling the shift right before it tore through me.

Everything inside me seized and spiraled, pleasure flooding through me in helpless, rhythmic bursts until I was breathless, boneless, completely pulled apart.

On a groan, Silas surged deep, his body chasing my orgasm with his own.

I clung to him afterward, my face buried in his neck, his weight pressing down on me as my body chased calm that stayed stubbornly out of reach for a long time.

But once my breath and heartbeat evened out, slow, trembling aftershocks racked my system.

“Cold?” Silas asked. He slid off to my side before I could object, then reached down to flick the covers over my body.

I didn’t want distance, but that was what he gave me, mistakenly thinking his closeness was uncomfortable because of our temperature difference.

I could have reached for him, opened my mouth, and told him what I actually wanted right then. But the rational part of my mind that was slowly coming back to me knew that what I wanted and what I needed were two different things.

What I needed was some distance. Some time to get myself together. To get my mind right. Then find the words to tell him the damn truth already.

But then he called my name.

I angled my head up to look at him.

“Do you want me to get that for you?”

“Get what?” But even as I said that, I heard it. My phone ringing.