Three Dirty Secrets (Blindfold Club 4)

When he began to move, it tumbled from my lips. “You feel so good inside me.”

He made a satisfied noise of agreement, then smothered me with a kiss. It dripped with passion, more intense than what we’d had the night of our disastrously wonderful first date. What we were doing now showed me we’d barely scratched the surface of what we were capable of.

I didn’t mind being beneath him. In fact, I loved it. When his hips swiveled, electricity flashed along my nerves, giving me shudders. His hand was on my breast, and I stared into his eyes as I covered his hand with mine. My heart was speeding in my body, humming along. It didn’t feel cold. It was on fire.

Silas’s thrusts increased in urgency, and I reached my other hand behind me, gripping the edge of the mattress. Pleasure brewed deep in my center. His hard chest rubbed over my nipples with each thrust, teasing sensations that added to my enjoyment. His breath was ragged in my ear, occasionally littered with a moan.

The rising pleasure was like a tsunami I could see coming, and I stood watching, ready to be swept away. “Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God . . .”

My legs clamped around his waist as the orgasm crashed into us both, carrying us into oblivion. His rhythmic pulses only added to the ecstasy, because I loved knowing he was right there with me. The pleasure burst and warmth flooded everywhere, forcing me to close my eyes, even when I wanted them open so I could keep looking at him.

The groans rolled through him, over and over as he came, his body shuddering on top of mine, and finally, he stilled. My eyes blinked open to find him staring at me. The silver eyes were full of an emotion I had a hard time putting a label on, which was silly. He’d already said once what it was.

“I’m going to tell you that secret again,” he said.

I laughed. “It’s not a secret anymore.”

“Yeah? I love you.”

I set my palm against his cheek. “I love you.”

“Just for tonight?” His expression was guarded hope.

“For tonight. And tomorrow night. For all the nights, Silas.”

He flashed his perfect smile before crushing his lips to mine.

This day was never going to end. All week long I’d been wading through credit card statements and phone records for a case, and my brain had mentally shut off about twenty minutes ago. My cell phone on my desk vibrated with an incoming text from Silas.

I’d sent him a pair of boxers, and typed ‘For laundry day’ in the comments.

Ten minutes later my phone chimed with a new message from him.

The boxers I’d ordered were covered in glow-in-the-dark lightbulbs.

My body flushed with heat. What creative way would he want me?

I snorted. Was the mouth raper comment coming next?

Since the night I’d come clean, our power struggles in the bedroom had changed into something we both enjoyed. Sometimes I’d let him take charge, other times he’d do the same, and there were some nights where neither of us were. The balance and compromise was so much hotter than I’d anticipated.

My ringing phone jarred me from my thoughts.

“Hey,” Silas said. “I felt weird doing it through a text.”

“Doing what?”

“Telling you that I love you.”

“Oh.” I took a breath. “You don’t want to leave a paper trail, I get it.”

“Regan.”

I shivered with enjoyment at the dirty, sexy way he growled my name.

“I love you,” I said. “For all the nights.” That wasn’t exactly true, so I amended. “All the nights, Silas, and every day, too.”

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