Page 80 of Take My Love

Oh fuck.

No, no, no.

I need to snap out of it.

“How’d you sleep?” I ask.

“Great, never better.”

“Yeah, me too.”

His brows furrow as if he can tell I’m lying.

Although my body was more relaxed than ever, I only got three or four hours of sleep because my mind wouldn’t stop racing. Or remembering how good it felt to finally be touched without anticipating disappointment. And dreaming about licking over his thigh tattoo.

“Coffee?” I ask to change the subject and get the dirty thoughts out of my head. “It’s freshly brewed.”

“Definitely.” By his eager, desperate tone, he didn’t sleep much either.

He moves to open the fridge at the same time I do so we bump into each other before either of us can open it.

“Shit, sorry,” we say simultaneously.

“Go ahead,” I tell him. “I was grabbin’ your creamer anyway.”

“Do you want your half-and-half?” He opens the door and holds it out for me.

“Thanks,” I murmur, taking it from his grip.

The room grows silent and uncomfortable as we each make our coffees. My gaze slides over to where we were last night, on the other side of the island, where he made me come—twice.

He’s fully dressed this time in sweats and a T-shirt but I’ve already memorized every bare inch of him. Well, besides what his briefs hid. I could’ve sworn I felt a piercing when his dick was digging into my back, but I was too embarrassed to ask at the time.

“Are you pierced?” I blurt.

Welp, no better time than the present, I guess.

Silas spits out the coffee he just sipped.

“Um…” He blinks hard. “Yeah.”

“Hmm…I thought I felt somethin’ but wasn’t sure.”

His tongue pushes against his cheek as he rubs along his scruffy jawline. “I actually have two.”

“Interestin’…” My whole body sweats at the thought of what they must feel like.

Did someone turn on the heat?

“What kind?”

“A Prince Albert and Frenum. I’ve thought about addin’ more to make a Jacob’s Ladder but you gotta withhold from sex for at least two months, and since I was in a relationship, it didn’t seem feasible.” He shrugs. “But…I guess I could now.”

My throat goes dry, and I bring the coffee mug to my lips with the image of his pierced dick in my mind.

“What made you get it in the first place?”

“Not sure you’re gonna want that story.” He grins, licking his lips.