waiting for me.
I moved over him, bringing my body down to his.
That first touch made me shiver and clench.
I sucked in a breath and gasped.
“It’s okay, darling,” Silas whispered to me.
His hands ran up the back of my shirt.
I arched into them.
I rocked my hips back and forth, inching down, my body accommodating him as though I had never felt his size before.
Suddenly a jolt of pleasure hit me and I cried out.
Silas’s left hand moved up to the back of my neck.
His right hand down to my ass.
I realized I was climaxing and I looked down at him.
So fast… and sudden… and intense…
Silas kissed me.
He guided my body down as I took his full length and girth.
It felt deeper.
He felt deeper.
And after a few seconds, our bodies started to move in unison.
Silas had unlocked a whole new sense of pleasure for me.
Or maybe it was just my body settling into its new phase of life.
No more waking up sick, which I refused to talk about because I didn’t want to jinx myself.
I felt normal… even though I didn’t look it.
Not that I minded the way I looked.
Silas was ravenous. And I matched his need with my want.
We couldn’t even look at each other for more than ten seconds without starting up.
Half the time we barely took our clothes off.
I looked over my shoulder at the bathroom and started to blush.
This morning I had been brushing my teeth…
That’s all it took for Silas.
Me brushing my teeth and bending over to rinse my mouth out.
Next thing I knew, he was right there, right behind me.
He touched my hips and I looked at him in the mirror.
I reached back and unzipped his jeans as he reached around and stripped me out of my pants and panties.
My toes curled just thinking about it.
It was so hot and so perfect.
I waved my hands in my face to cool off a little.
Smiling because I knew later we would end up doing the same thing again.
I walked out of the bedroom and Silas walked by me, notebook in hand.
“Anything good?” I asked.
“Nothing,” he said. “I can’t stop thinking about your body.”
“Silas…”
“I’m being real,” he said.
“Well, a little time apart will help,” I said. “I’m going to go help Claire today. I’ll probably end up at the restaurant if you want to meet there for something to eat. You can show your face and remind everyone you’re still here.”
“Are we going to be able to be that close with other people near us?” Silas asked.
I grabbed his shirt. “I don’t know. I guess we’ll find out.”
He leaned down and kissed me.
Oh, wow, did he kiss me…
I stomped my feet and pulled away.
I wiped my lips.
“You can’t kiss me like that!” I yelled.
“Tell me you’re wet right now, darling,” he said with a grin. “Tell me you’re soaked.”
“Shut up,” I said.
I hurried to the door with Silas playfully chasing me down.
“I’m going to write a song about you being wet,” he said as I stepped outside.
“Goodbye, Silas,” I said.
“Mila’s wet. That’s how she gets. I got her wet. It’s how we met.”
I paused and looked back. “You need to write something better than that if you’re going to have enough money to finish my house.”
“Your house, huh?”
“That’s right. It’s my-”
I lost my breath.
There was a sudden jolt of pain in my back and down there.
I gasped and grabbed my stomach.
“Mila?” Silas asked.
My knees decided to give out and I started to fall.
“Mila!” Silas yelled.
He jumped from the doorway and got to me at the last second.
He caught me and I looked at him.
Breathless… but I managed one word…
“Help.”
Silas carried me to his truck.
I told him to call Dr. Smallers.
Then to call Thomas. My uncle had been the doctor in town for years before Lisa took over.
Then to call Anna.
She was a nurse.
Someone… anyone…
I did not feel right at all.
Not for a second did Silas panic.
He listened to me rattle off names, but he did the right thing calling Dr. Smallers first.
She told him to go right to the hospital.
That she would call Dr. Frederick, the OB/GYN, for me. So there would be no time wasted.
Living in a small town like Gardner had its perks, but also its limits.
There was only so much Dr. Smallers could do for anyone.
Especially in my case.
Pregnant and in pain was an instant trip to the hospital.
Silas got off the phone and started to drive.
He reached across the truck and took my hand.
“Where does it hurt, darling?” he asked.
“Everywhere,” I said.
“Okay.”
He knew not to