Sparks - Wendy Higgins Page 0,111

I couldn’t even speak. It was work to breathe. Silas began to sit up, probably to grab a towel. But no. His freaking mouth was kissing down my stomach and straight to my crotch.

I made an incoherent sound and tried to close my thighs, but he forced them open. The tip of his tongue began a surprise assault on my clit, making my back arch hard.

My hands fisted in his hair as I tried to tug him back, rasping, “I can’t.” But he wouldn’t relent. A crack of pleasure ripped through me as an even more intense orgasm fired to life. I threw my head aside and moved my hips, pressing my thighs until my body finally stopped shaking and he lifted his head to look at me.

Through heaving breaths, I managed to say, “I can’t believe that was possible.” Three orgasms in one day. From a man, not myself. I lay there like a pile of pudding inside of a sack of skin as Silas moved back up the bed, collapsing beside me with a hand under his head. He wiped his chin and grinned over at me. “Five stars.”

I gave him a tired smile. “An actual orgasm during sex, or rather, three of them. Worthy of the hype.”

His arm pulled me closer, even though we were both hot and sweaty. Silas kissed my forehead and we lay there together until we fully calmed and cooled down.

“That was even better than I’ve imagined for the past seven months,” he said.

“We’re a good match,” I said, realizing our desires complemented one another, which wasn’t something that could be forced. I’d never felt this kind of intensity. Not even with Shawn.

“Yes, we’re a good match.” He ran his fingers up and down my arm, then my waist and hip until I shivered.

“So, does this mean…” I started, then felt silly.

“What?” he asked. “Say it.”

“That I’m your girlfriend?”

“Aw.” His smile was immediate.

I blushed, groaning and laying my cheek to his chest. “That sounds so stupid.”

“Harlow.” I begrudgingly turned my face to see his eyes again. “You’re my girlfriend and I’m your boyfriend.”

I giggled as his words lit up my soul. And then I kissed him. He took my chin.

“One request,” Silas said.

“Anything.” I went up on my elbow to face him fully as he rolled onto his side, mirroring my pose.

“Get rid of that app. I want it gone.” His face looked a teensy bit lethal at that moment and I realized just how much he hated me being on there. It sent a sizzling rush of satisfaction through me.

“Consider it done.” I kissed Silas and he kissed me back, bringing both his arms around my shoulders to embrace me and pull me closer.

I had all the real-life sparks I needed now, thank you very much.

I had pressed the last thumbtack into the crayon banner that went around my corkboard when I heard a knock and looked up. Silas stood at my classroom door in his uniform, and I ran to him with an excited squeal. We hugged, and he kept one arm around my shoulder as he looked around the room appraisingly.

“Wow. Look at this. Miss Robinson’s second grade classroom.”

I covered my mouth against the huge smile and he kissed my forehead.

“I’m proud of you,” he said. “It looks great in here.” He pointed to the reading corner with its plush carpet and handful of beanbags. “No fair. I want an area like that.”

I laughed. It was Friday morning. School would start on Monday. Each of the twenty kids’ names were written in stars on my classroom door. I was fit to burst. Under the board was a long bookshelf, specially made by Silas because I couldn’t find anything online with the exact specifications I needed. He was my hero.

Silas kissed my forehead. “I’m heading out on my two-nighter, but I’ll be back in time for your first day. I was thinking…” He put a hand in his pocket and pulled out a key. “If you need somewhere quiet to get any work done this weekend, you’re welcome to pop over to my place.”

I took it and held it to my heart, questions in my eyes as I looked at him. “That’s…very kind of you. I think I’ll take you up on it.” Drunken butterflies were swooping around inside of me at the seriousness in his eyes.

“And maybe,” he said, “you should keep that key in case there are other times you need to come over.”

“Oh, other times,” I said, nodding.