Silas (Dirty Aces MC #4) - Lane Hart Page 0,38
heart is going to explode out of my chest in happy excitement. Before I die of heart failure, I launch myself at the man in front of me, winding my arms around his neck and pressing my face to his chest to hug him. “Thank you,” I whisper as tears flood my eyes and race down my cheeks.
Sam clears his throat, and then his arms are wrapping around my waist to hold me to him. “It was the feds, not me.”
“Ha! You are so full of shit!” I exclaim as I lift my head and go up on my toes to press my lips to his, kissing him for the first time. At first, I’m not sure if he’ll even kiss me back since he’s never initiated it before. I’m relieved when his lips part first, proving me wrong. I’m expecting him to shove his tongue into my mouth just as ferociously as he fucks me. But instead his tongue is gentle, coaxing, and…sweet as it asks to sweep into my mouth.
While I love the gentleness, it immediately sends up a red flag.
He bought me a building, or at least made it happen, and now he’s kissing me softly? Something doesn’t add up. In fact, his kiss sort of feels like a goodbye, which is why I pull away to study his face.
“You’re leaving,” I say as I watch his hooded eyes.
He gives an almost imperceptible nod. “I’ve already stayed longer than I should have.” He reaches up and brushes away the moisture on either side of my cheeks with his thumb. At first, they were tears of happiness. Now they’re tears of sadness. “You’ll be safe here.”
“I know that,” I huff. “It’s just…no one has ever been as nice to me as you have been.”
“I was just doing my job,” Sam says with his clenched jaw ticking. “That’s all.”
“That’s not true,” I reply softly, running my fingers from the back of his neck down his scruffy jawline. “I know you went above and beyond what was required of you to help me. And you stayed because you liked being with me. I can’t speak for you, but I’ve never had this kind of closeness with anyone before or wanted a man as much as I want you.” I rub my thumb over his swollen lip. “Sex between us, it’s not just great, it’s like a necessity. You’ve made me feel safe and happy. Thank you for that. Thank you for being so good to me. I’ll never forget you. Maybe I’ll name my restaurant after you…”
One second we’re standing in the middle of the empty room and the next, my back is hitting the wall so hard the breath is knocked out of me, reminding me of the last time Sam was about to leave. Except…he didn’t leave after that move, did he?
His mouth crashes down on mine, this time giving me the fierce kiss I wanted before, shoving his tongue into my mouth and grinding his body into mine that’s pinned to the wall. When he pulls back, he growls, “You’re not naming this place after me.”
“Yes, I am,” I say between pants, looking up into his dark, heated eyes that are full of need and promising dirty sex. “You won’t be here to stop me, will you?”
His mouth attacks mine again like he loves kissing me, despite two weeks of avoiding it, while ramming his erection into my belly.
As I expected, it doesn’t take long before Sam is reaching under my dress with both hands, gripping my still sore ass and tugging my panties down to my knees where they fall the rest of the way to my shoes on their own.
When he unzips his pants, releasing his hard cock, I get an idea.
Before I can blink, he’s hefting me up by my thighs, lining his hardness up with my entrance like he hasn’t been inside me in years instead of minutes.
Pressing my hands to his chest, I put the brakes on things, whispering “Stop” against his bruising lips.
“Stop?” he exclaims as he pulls back to look at my face.
“Stop,” I repeat. “If you want me, then I want the same deal as before.”
His brow furrows in thought, and it takes longer for realization to light up his eyes than it normally should. That’s probably because it’s not easy to think through the haze of lust. Believe me, I know from experience.
“What do you mean?”
“You don’t get to fuck me unless you’re staying,” I explain to him.
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