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  And then Silas’ hands were on me, covering me, traveling up the sides of my hips, over the flesh of my ass he’d playfully smacked before, and across my back. I couldn’t help but let out a moan at his touch.

  With him standing behind me and my eyes closed, I was transported to being seventeen again, back when his touch was the most familiar thing in the world. It was like returning to the one place I’d lived that felt like a home to me. Being touched by the only person who’d ever felt like home.

  “Please, Silas,” I whispered.

  He slid his hands around me, cupped my breasts, his erection pressed firmly against the flesh of my ass. “I knew you could say please.”

  I groaned. The shithead had been waiting for me to beg him. “Stop screwing around and just fuck me already,” I said.

  He made a sound that was something between a laugh and a roar. Gripping my wrists, he yanked them down to the small of my back and pushed me closer toward one of the windows that overlooked the city. He pulled my arms up roughly, pinning my palms against the window above my head.

  Then he ran his hands down my arms from my fingertips to my shoulder, kissing my ear and then my neck, the roughness of his five o' clock shadow against my skin making every movement even more delicious. He reached between my legs, then drew back his fingers. “Shit, you’re wet,” he said, his voice guttural.

  “Of course I am,” I said. “I’m begging you to fuck me over here.”

  “Well, I’ll have mercy on you then. You won’t have to beg anymore.” He pressed his erect cock against my entrance, and then stopped. “Shit. Hang on. Condom.”

  I turned to look at him over my shoulder. “I don’t have any. You have some, right?”

  “I don’t - I mean...” He stopped, shaking his head. “Jesus Christ, Tempest, I’m not exactly having a lot of sex, all right?”

  He sounded exasperated, and I couldn’t help but hide a smile. It’s not like I had sex lately. Lately meaning the last seven years since I’d last seen Silas.

  I was aware that was fucking ridiculous. Ludicrous. I was a grown woman.

  But it was complicated. I didn't intend to not have sex with anyone else. I just never found anyone else. I was Silas’ first, and he had ended up being my only.

  It was like coming full circle.

  But I didn’t tell him there’d been no one else.

  “I’m on the pill, and I’m clean,” I said. “Are you?”

  “I’m clean, Tempest,” he said. “And it’s been a while since I’ve had sex.”

  Not as long as it had been for me.

  “Well,” I said, returning my hands to where he’d put them on the window. “What are we waiting for, then?”

  “Are you sure?” he asked.

  I arched my ass out toward him. “Stop asking questions and put your cock in me, before I shut your mouth up another way.”

  “Are you threatening to shut me up by sitting on my face?" he whispered, his mouth close to my ear. I felt him tease my entrance with his cock. "I think I might like that way of shutting me up."

  “Another time,” I said. “Right now, I want you inside me.”

  He stopped at my entrance, taunting me with his hardness. “Tell me.”

  “Tell you what?”

  “Tell me how you want me, Tempest.”

  My body responded with a gush of wetness at the thought. “I want to feel you,” I said.

  “Like this?” he asked, sliding himself inside me inch by inch, at an excruciatingly slow pace. “You want to feel my hard cock inside you?”

  I moaned at the welcome intrusion and then again when he started moving, slowly at first, then gaining momentum. He kneaded my breasts, his thumbs circling around my nipples, the sensitivity heightening my arousal. I moaned his name over and over as he built up a rhythm, plunging his bare cock inside me as deep as it could go.

  We'd never done this, completely unprotected, skin against skin, even as teenagers. So I guess this was another first time with him.

  “Oh God, Silas,” I called out, my body responding to his touch. I felt like he was taking me higher and higher.

  He grasped a handful of hair, pulling my head back and holding me tight against him as he thrust inside me and kissed my ear. When he spoke, the warmth of his breath on my ear had me so far gone I couldn’t think about anything except being melded to him.

  His touch.

  His lips.

  His cock.

  Everything was a blur of sensation.

  “You are so tight, Tempest,” he said, thrusting into me harder. Letting go of my hair, he gripped the sides of my waist, my ass pressed so tightly against him that I couldn't think about being apart from him.

  "Silas," I cried out. Every cell in my body was on fire with his touch. My palms against the cool window, I closed my eyes, shutting out everything else except him and me.

  Silas' touch, his breath, the heat of his body... those were the only things that mattered.

  I rode the wave of pleasure higher and higher, until it flowed through my body to the tips of my fingers and toes.

  Close to my ear, Silas' voice cut through everything. "Come with me, bright eyes," he said, his voice gravelly. "I want to feel you come on me."

  I was already so close, but his words pushed me over the edge, and from somewhere outside myself, I heard my voice crying out his name over and over as I came, the explosion of pleasure so intense I thought I would lose my breath. Silas thrust inside me once, twice, three times, each time deeper than the last, and then crashed against me, flooding me with his seed.

  Afterward, he clung to my breasts, his face nuzzled against the side of my neck, murmuring my name. We stood there like that for what seemed like forever, my heart thumping wildly. Silas' chest was pressed up against my back, rising and falling quickly as he regained his breath. After a while, he smoothed away strands of hair on the back of my neck and kissed me, the gesture sending a ripple of pleasure through my body that was almost too much to bear.

  "Tempest," he said, his voice soft.

  "Yeah." There was nothing else to say.

  It was awkward as we padded around the bathroom, cleaning ourselves up, no longer distracted by the haze of desire. It shouldn't be awkward, I thought, feeling strangely disappointed. Had I thought things were going to magically fall into place, just because we'd had sex?

  Walking past me in the bedroom, Silas smacked my ass, the gesture jolting me out of my thoughts. He grabbed my arm and pulled me against him, his lips brushing mine lightly, not kissing me. Regina Spektor played Samson on the stereo, and I began to hum the song, as Silas nuzzled his face against mine and swayed softly to the music. He didn't say anything, and I let him hold me as we danced naked in the hotel room.

  Dancing with him felt sad. I should feel happy, I thought.

  But being with him didn't feel like hello.

  It felt like goodbye.

  16

  Silas

  Lying in bed, I ran my hands through Tempest's hair, my thoughts all over the place. I didn't know what the fuck to think about what was happening between us. She was a ghost from my past I never thought I'd see again. And now, not only seeing her again, but touching her, fucking her...lying here, holding her.

  My brain couldn't begin to process that shit.

  I didn't know what the hell to say to her. There was so much that had gone between us.

  She stirred beside me. "How have you been, Silas?"

  I exhaled heavily. It was the kind of question you get asked at a high school reunion and answer with some bullshit about all the things you're doing, brag about your promotion and your leggy blonde wife and three gorgeous kids.

  I didn't have an impressive response.

  How did I explain what she'd done to me when she left?

  "I'm good," I said.

  "Good," she said. "That's good."

  I was silent.

  "I wasn't good," she said. "For a while. Things weren't good."