“Oh Silas.” Janelle framed the sides of his face with her hands. His skin was so warm and he was so beautiful. Her heart filled to bursting with what could have been. She stood on her tiptoes and kissed him, stroking the seam of his lips with her tongue. Silas was far from still when their mouths met; he was hot and strong, but she knew he was holding back as if he was afraid to allow himself to feel the passion that hadn’t been extinguished after all these years.
She wound her arms around his neck until he opened up for her. She didn’t care about where they were. She was tired of wasting time and talking. She wanted to touch him, feel him. Have him.
Silas’s hands were steel bands around her waist as she pressed closer to him. She needed to feel his strength. He was as ravenously hungry for her as she was for him. Suddenly her back was pressed against an empty table as Silas plastered himself above her. She’d missed this so much—this searing, undeniable, unstoppable attraction she’d only felt with Silas. She sealed his mouth to hers in a hot, deep kiss. She hoped the action told him everything he needed to know.
She wanted him.
She needed him.
Still loved him.
He tasted her lips before pressing hot kisses down her throat, and then he buried his face in her neck. He sucked on the spot he knew took her over the edge. She gasped as sensations brought her sex-starved body to life. She began writhing underneath him, desperate to feel the length of his hardness against the spot where she ached for him the most.
When she reached for his zipper, Silas stopped her and broke their passionate kisses. “Not here,” he murmured. “I’m going to need an extraordinary amount of time to get reacquainted with your body.”
Janelle grinned. “As do I.”
Silas rose to his full height and pulled her toward him. “Let’s get out of here.”
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