"Maybe you should wash it out," I said.
"Shit, Tempest," he said. "Don't tempt me. You're going to have me thinking about what I should use to wash it out. We didn't finish things that way last night, if you recall."
If I recalled. Yeah, I definitely remembered being on my knees at Silas' feet, his cock in my mouth. The memory brought an instantaneous rush of heat between my legs.
"We could finish things that way today," I said, my hand trailing down, my palm rolling over his hardness.
"I fully intend to," he said, his mouth close to my ear. "I'm going to put my face between your legs and lick you until you scream. I want you to come on my tongue."
I stroked the length of his cock with my hand. "Are you trying to start something with me right now?"
Silas growled in my ear. "Nope," he said. "I've got water running in the bathroom." He turned, and I followed, padding across the marble tiles in the expansive bathroom, where the tub in the middle of the room was nearly filled to the brim, bubbles dancing along the surface.
Silas leaned over and turned off the water, and his gaze met mine. "What?"
"A bubble bath?"
He shrugged. "You saw the shithole where I grew up," he said, crossing to where I stood and drawing me in to kiss me. "You brought this poor white trash boy to a fucking penthouse suite in Las Vegas. You might be used to this kind of thing, but I'm not. So you're going to climb into this bathtub that's the size of a small pool, and let me do what I've always wanted to do to you."
I looked up at him. "What's that?"
"Run my hands all over you in the tub," he said, sliding his fingers through my hair before he kissed me gently on the lips. "Wash you."
"You want to take a bath with me," I repeated, distracted by his fingers on my head.
"I want to enjoy this place with you," he said. "The tub, the bedroom, the living room, the hallway. I want you all over this place."
"Silas," I started. Part of me wanted to leave, right now. Run. I was headed back to Colorado to see my grandmother, and then who knew where. Somewhere overseas, probably. And then New York. Next month, someplace else. And Silas was in Vegas now, fighting.
I didn't stay in one place. Not for him, and not for anyone. No matter how much I wanted to.
Not that he was even asking.
But I could feel the impulse to stay with him here, playing house in this giant hotel room, spending days in bed.
That feeling was dangerous.
Silas seemed to sense my hesitation, and put his finger to my lips. "Don't say another fucking word," he warned. "Whatever you're thinking, don't say it. This is what it is. I want you, and I'm going to have you, bright eyes. I'm not arguing with you, and I'm not playing. I don't give a shit about anything else. Right here, right now, you're mine and that's all there is to it."
I opened my mouth to speak, but he cut me off.
"If I have to kiss the words right out of you, so help me, Tempest, I will," he promised, before he brought his mouth down on mine, leaving me speechless. He pulled away. "Now," he said. "Get in that fucking bathtub before I throw you in there myself."
I shook my head, laughing as I stepped into the tub and the warmth of the water enveloped me. I didn't know what the hell to make of Silas anymore.
He ducked out of the bathroom, and when he emerged, I heard the stereo on, Matt Nathanson singing about drowning in love, and Silas had a bottle of champagne and two glasses in his hand. "I found this in your refrigerator," he said.
"At - what time is it, anyway?" I asked.
"I don't have a clue," he said, grinning as he filled the glasses and handed me one. "And I don't want to know. I don't care. Nothing else matters to me right now."
Silas slid into the tub, holding his glass high, out of the water. He sat opposite me, leaning back, and smiled before he sipped from his glass. "So is this what it's like all the time?"
"What?" I asked. "Champagne and bubble baths?"
"Yeah," he said. "Living the high life?"
"Sometimes," I said.
"Should I ask how you got here, after your parents took off? Or do I not want to know?"
I shrugged. "It's complicated. You don't want to know."
He nodded. "Nothing about you is simple, Tempest," he said. He downed his glass in one gulp, then set it on the floor beside the tub.
I smiled wistfully. "None of the best things in life are easy."
"Come over here," he said, taking my glass from my hand and setting it beside his on the floor before pulling me against him. He ran his hands over my wet body, circling my breasts, and I felt a rush of arousal at his touch.
Cupping his hands, he brought water up to the top of my head. It trickled down my hair and over my back, and he ran his hands over my hair again and again.