"Not everything," I said. Some things stay exactly the same.
Silas made a sound, low in his throat, something akin to a growl, and lowered his mouth to mine, kissing me hungrily, his tongue seeking mine. It was rough, hard.
If it was possible for a kiss to be filled with years of unspoken anger, this was that kiss.
It was familiar and strange.
Silas was familiar and strange all at the same time.
My body felt like it was on fire, ignited by the warmth of him against me. I wanted to rip his clothes off, press my body against his, feel his skin on mine. I wanted him to crush me with his touch.
I arched my back, meeting him as he kissed me, not wanting him to let go. Not wanting him to stop doing what he was doing between my legs, his fingers beckoning inside me, stroking me, bringing me higher and higher.
When he tore his lips away from mine, I threw my head back, my hair spilling over my shoulders. Silas ran his lips down the side of my neck, then up to my ear, the flicker of his tongue over my earlobe sending a shiver up my spine.
"Oh God, Silas," I said.
He whispered, his lips close to my ear. "Come on me."
"You...shouldn't...out here...Silas." My voice was breathy, my words coming out in between gasps.
"Come on me," he said, his voice insistent. He stroked me, the pads of his fingers inside me pressing against that most sensitive place.
"Silas...you...should...stop."
He paused. "Do you want me to stop?" he asked. "Be damned sure about that."
No. That wasn't what I wanted.
What did I want again? I pressed against his hand.
"That's a no, then," he said. "You want me to keep going."
"Yes," I said.
But he didn't move. Instead, he ran his tongue over my earlobe, breathed heat against me. "Say it, then."
"Yes. Keep going," I said, my voice nearly a whine.
He made a clucking sound with his tongue. "You really need to learn manners and courtesy," he said. "Ask me nicely."
I laughed, turned my face to meet him, my lips grazing his. "You're joking."
He rolled his thumb over my clit. "Hardly," he said. "What do you want, Tempest? If you want me to keep going, you should say it - please, Silas, bring me to the edge, make me come right here, on your fingers."
I opened my mouth, my head clouded by desire. God, it would be so easy, so incredibly easy, to just say please. To beg Silas, the way he wanted me to.
But fuck that arrogant son of a bitch.
"No," I said, my eyes trained on his. "You know I'm not that kind of a girl."
"The kind who says please?" he asked.
"The kind who begs," I said, coming to my senses. Who the hell did Silas think he was, waltzing back into my life, grabbing me by the scruff of the neck, and telling me what to do? Telling me he was going to fuck me senseless if I just asked him politely?
The corners of Silas' mouth turned up. His fingers still lodged firmly inside me, he leaned close to me, kissed me on the lips, this time gently, taking my lower lip between his teeth and tugging at it before letting it go.
Then he slid his fingers from between my legs, and brought his hand to his mouth. Slowly, he ran his tongue from the base of his fingers to the tips. "You taste exactly the same."
I flushed, a mixture of sexual frustration and irritation at Silas for his arrogance. For his damn game playing. And irritation at myself, for the way that, when he said the word taste, the image of him naked, lying back as I took him in my mouth, flashed in my mind.
I couldn't help but wonder if he tasted the same.
And the fact that I was wondering pissed me off.
"I should let you get back to your friends," I said. Meanwhile I needed to go take a cold shower. I winced at the throbbing between my legs.
Something that looked like surprise flitted across his face, and I felt a sense of smug satisfaction. Did he think I was really going to cave and beg him to do me right here? Now that his touch wasn’t distracting me anymore, the idea seemed stupid. Silas had always been cocky.
"Yeah," he said. "It's been an...interesting...reunion."
He stepped back, and I remembered something. I reached for my purse on the nearby table "Wait."
Silas paused. "What?"
"Here." I pulled out the medal, the decision impulsive, before I had the chance to reconsider. It had served its purpose - it was a reminder of what had been between us, a long time ago. But it wasn't lucky.
We hadn't been lucky together. We’d been exactly the opposite.
Silas turned it over in his hand, his brow furrowed. "My state championship medal," he said.
I nodded. "I figured you knew I'd taken it."
He looked up at me. "You kept it."
I laughed. "Did you think I pawned it or something?"
He stood still, unmoving. "No. Yeah. Hell, you took my savings. Why wouldn’t you pawn it?”
"First of all,” I said, “It’s a wrestling medal. It’s not made of gold. Second, what are you talking about? I never took your savings."