These were words I could use to describe his mouth. My surprise kept me still as his hard kiss assaulted. His strong, skilled hands touched me, one grasping my chin between his thumb and forefinger, and the other was splayed out on my rib cage. The heat of his rough palm soaked in through my bare skin. It lit up every nerve ending in my body.
His kiss wasn’t exactly tame, but I sensed it was like the one I was giving back to him. Restrained. Neither one of us wanted to go one hundred percent here at the shop, but we were too impatient to wait any longer.
My lips parted as his tongue dipped into my mouth. The burn from it flashed a direct line down between my legs. A soft moan crept out of me. My hands were on him then. One slid around the back of his neck and ventured beneath the cotton of his shirt. And my left, it ducked under the bottom of his shirt and explored upward.
The muscles of his stomach and chest were carved of warm marble. Soft, yet hard. My hand chattered across his ridges, enjoying the sensation. Did it make sense that an artist’s body would be a work of art? Because, holy fuck, it was.
Without breaking the kiss, Silas moved over me. His hands gripped the back of the chair as he settled his weight on his knees between my legs, and pressed down into me. I could feel him everywhere except for the tattoo—he’d kept himself supported on his arm and off of the tender spot.
My hands dug into his skin at the same moment I wrapped my legs around his hips, and pulled our lower bodies tight against each other. I’d need to be on top when we started fucking in this chair, but I’d enjoy being beneath him until that happened.
His mouth was relentless. The restraint for me crumpled away. Was it the same for him? My heart raced as his lips left mine, trailed across my cheek, and to the edge of my ear. Warm, hurried breath ghosted over me and goosebumps lifted on my bare skin.
His thick bicep strained, and—
I gasped. He’d pulled himself against me, one hard thrust, his hard-on digging into the center between my legs. It felt so good, and we still had our clothes on. My fingernails scored down his chest and a quiet hiss came from him. He thrust into me again, this one harder than the last, and the chair made a groan that was just louder than mine.
What the hell was I doing? I knew I should care about where we were, but I didn’t. I was drunk off my lust.
Silas’s breath was hot and hurried in my ear, and I closed my eyes so I could enjoy the sensation better. I’d wanted this contact for so long, I trembled with anticipation and my body was a live wire, sparking with every touch. I arched beneath him, not caring that the raw skin of my shoulder was pressed against his chest. All that mattered was getting my bra off and his hands on my body.
I found the clasp and unhooked it, and when the tension went slack on the band, Silas lifted up on his arms. His expression was serious and his voice low. “Really shouldn’t be doing this.”
He shifted his weight onto one hand so he could fist my bra in his other and pull the lace down my arms, helping me along. He flu
ng the bra noiselessly to the floor, and his palm crushed my naked breast. Rough, and firm, and I cried out in relief, my hands returning to where they’d been.
His mouth sealed over mine, quieting my moans.
It was dizzying under his lips, his tongue swirling against mine. My hand gripped harder onto his waist, steadying myself. Or pushing him against me, I wasn’t sure. The ache between my legs was unbearable. His weight against my center only made me hotter and more desperate.
I kept my hand on his hip, but the other abandoned its home beneath his shirt, and left the smooth contours of his back. It slid up the length of his neck, until I could clench a tight fistful of his hair and start tugging him down.
He grunted, maybe with discomfort, as I increased my force. What else did I need to do to show him what I wanted? I was already yanking his face toward my chest and arching up to meet him. But he lingered with his lips at my collarbone, refusing to go farther.
“God, put your mouth on my tits.”
Silas’s hips drove into me and our moans mingled together. “Definitely shouldn’t do that,” he whispered.
It wasn’t cold in the space. He had my blood on fire, but my nipples sharpened into hard knots anyway. I squirmed in the chair, trying to move up. It was only a few more inches and he’d be there. His chin rubbed just at the swell of my breasts, making me tingle.
It was a tortured, breathless plea. “Silas.”
My lips pressed into a line to keep me silent and I bucked when he finally relented. His damp lips closed over the bud of my nipple and sucked, his hand holding my breast in place. The violent highs and lows of my emotions today had to be a factor in the experience, because I hadn’t ever felt so fucking turned on.
I was burning alive.
Teeth nipped at me, softly at first, and then more aggressive—enough to pull a whimper of pleasure from my throat. He took his time worshipping me. I floated in the moment, overwhelmed by the sensations, savoring his touch.
Yet my body was greedy and soon it wasn’t enough. My hand on his waist glided up until I could palm my other breast, and I jerked him by the hair, demanding attention on the one he was neglecting.
His bite there was far less playful this time, and I gasped in surprise. The sting was exciting, and I liked how he’d matched my level of intensity rather than backed off. Plus, this pain seemed to heighten my senses. I could feel every caress and swirl of his skilled tongue as it teased my distended nipple.
“What the fuck are we doing?” he muttered into my flesh, only pausing long enough to get the words out. His tone was as if he were talking to himself.
I said it through two short breaths. “You . . . started this.”
My eyes slammed shut when his hips ground against mine, stabbing his erection at the seam of my legs while he sucked at me. It had to be uncomfortable and yet pleasurable for him. The friction was certainly pleasurable for me, but I could do something he’d like better. I snaked my hand between our bodies and rubbed him below the belt.