Chapter 7

Seven

Silas

I watched Gia drive away, desire humming under my skin. It wasn’t in my nature to deny a woman who wanted me, but I’d restrained myself during that kiss. I could easily have given in to my baser instincts and lifted her onto that countertop, spread her out, and given us both the pleasure we wanted.

That would have been the easy thing to do. It was what I wanted to do. But I’d had a lot of time to think about what happened between us, and I didn’t want to mess things up again. I had a feeling if Gia felt out of control of the situation again, she’d run even further.

I needed her to come to me, which was a gamble when I wasn’t sure she would. She was stubborn and strong and unlike any woman I’d ever been with. I wanted to do this the right way.

I liked her more than I should, and more than was reasonable when we didn’t have a future. I’d convinced myself I’d only wanted something physical, but it was more than that. I wanted to make her come undone, not just physically but emotionally. If I did that, it would be more than any relationship I’d attempted in the past.

But then, Gia already meant more to me. She wasn’t just some woman I’d admired from afar. She was my best friends’ sister. I’d avoided meeting up with her brothers since I’d been inside her, but I couldn’t avoid them much longer. Our guys’ weekend at the resort was coming up. We’d go out on my boat, drink, and catch up.

I wouldn’t mention Gia, but it would be awkward as hell thinking of how I’d betrayed them. I wasn’t certain I’d be able to keep it from them, but I didn’t have a choice. Even if the guilt felt like this brick weighing down my chest.

I hadn’t gotten much farther than getting Gia to give in to me. I didn’t think about the repercussions or what it meant. Or anything other than getting her back in my bed, where she belonged.

I knew I wouldn’t be able to resist her if I saw her again, and I was right. Now I’d orchestrated a situation where we’d be working together. It wasn’t smart. But I was looking forward to seeing her every day. I just hoped I could hold out and keep my word.

I wanted to follow her home and tell her I’d lied. That I didn’t care if she gave up control, as long as I could have her.

But I brushed that idea off because I knew Gia would push me away harder each time until she cut off all ties. I didn’t want that.

I got into my car and drove home. I hadn’t been able to stay in my penthouse suite since Gia had slept over. Everywhere I looked, there were memories of her and me, and I couldn’t be there without seeing her in the hot tub or bent over the railing. And since I couldn’t have her, it made everything worse.

Instead, I drove to my house. The two-story colonial was at the end of a long driveway hidden by trees. I’d fallen in love with the place as soon as I‘d seen it. I loved the privacy and the view of the water from the back of the house.

It was why I’d bought the resort. I’d always wanted to live by the water. I grabbed a beer from the fridge and sat on the screened-in porch, enjoying the sounds of the night, the crickets, the occasional frog, and the lapping of the water. The moon shone over the water, reminding me of the night Gia was in my bed.

If only I could hold on to her. I told myself I wanted something physical, but it had always been deeper than that. I liked her. I respected her. I wanted to see her succeed.

My phone buzzed with a text. When I saw it was an image of Gia lying in bed with barely there lingerie, I fumbled the phone and almost dropped it.

Letting out a breath, I took a second look. The caption was: Home safe and sound . Gia wore a deep purple lace bra and panty set, her breasts spilling over the cups, and my fingers itched to tug them down. A second image came through with her rolled over and throwing a sultry look at the camera over her shoulder. In this one, her bra was removed, her back enticingly bare, and the lace of the thong disappeared between her ass cheeks.

When I recovered as best I could, I responded.

You always send naked pics to guys?

I didn’t think she was the kind of woman who did things like that, and it made me even harder.

Just you.

I wasn’t sure if that made me feel better.

Why are you teasing me?

It was more like torture.

Are you alone?

Fuck, yes.

What are you wearing?

Are you sure you want to do this?

Are you naked yet?

I fumbled the phone again as I stood and headed inside, locking the slider behind me and taking the steps two at a time to get to my bedroom. I toed off my shoes, unbuttoned my shirt, and flung it onto the armchair in the corner, then pushed down my pants and briefs, leaving them to pool on the floor.

I got set up on the bed and texted her again.

I am now.

Let me see.

I needed to regain control, so I video-called her.

Gia’s face came on the screen. Her cheeks were flushed.

“Are you touching yourself?” I asked, fisting my cock.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Gia said.

“Show me,” I demanded. “I want to see your fingers inside you.”

She tipped her head back as if my words made her hotter. “I’m not there yet.”

“Get there,” I growled.

She slowly lowered the camera, giving me a tantalizing shot of her full breasts, hard nipples, flat stomach, and bare pussy. Her perfectly manicured fingers were circling her clit.

“Spread your legs wider. I want to see if you’re wet for me.”

“I’m always wet for you, Silas.”

I squeezed my cock, almost losing it. I loved how free she was over the phone. Was it the distance that made her let go? Or the fact that she’d initiated this, so she felt like she was in control? She was going to find out that control was an illusion. Relationships and sex were a give and take, not one person leading all the time.

“Can you set up the phone so I can see all of you?” I wanted to see her face.

The image dropped as she must have fumbled the phone, and then she finally got it set up so that the camera was between her legs, and I could see her breasts and face. “You’re so sexy.”

She bit her lip, one hand squeezing her breasts, tweaking her nipple as a finger dipped into her channel.

I used the pre-cum from the tip of my cock to lubricate the skin and pump. “That’s it, baby. Pretend it’s my fingers.”

“Are you touching yourself? I want to see.” Gia’s voice was demanding, and I loved it.

I set up the phone so that my hands were free, and she had a good view. I fisted my cock and stroked. “You see how hard you make me?”

“That’s so hot,” she said breathlessly.

“Tweak those nipples. I want them hard and aching for me.”

She whimpered as she followed my command.

“If I were with you, I’d suck on your clit. Hard.”

“I want that.”

I refrained from saying she could have had that tonight because I was patient and knew it wouldn’t get me anywhere. I liked her like this, hot and aching for me.

“But I wouldn’t let you come. I’d make you wait and come on my cock.”

Her cheeks flushed a deeper pink. “I want that too.”

“Use two fingers and pretend it’s my cock filling you up.”

She complied, but her eyes fell closed.

“Watch me,” I said as I gripped my cock tighter, jerking myself off hard and fast.

Her lips parted as she opened her eyes and watched me. “I’m so close.”

“I am too.”

“I want to ram into you, filling you up. I’d suck on your nipples, then flip you over and take you from behind. I’d grip your hips so hard I’d leave bruises the next day. I’d pull out to the tip and ram back inside. Over and over again. Driving you wild with need, but I wouldn’t let you come.”

“Silas, please.” Her voice was breathless, needy.

I wondered if she wanted my permission. “Come with me, Gia.”

As soon as her body jerked, the orgasm I’d been holding at bay flew through my body, and cum spurted over my hand and onto the comforter. I grabbed my shirt and wiped up the excess.

When I was cleaned up, the camera wasn’t between Gia’s legs anymore. She’d moved it so that it was showing her face.

“Thank you for sending those pictures.” She didn’t strike me as someone who would do something like that, so I had a feeling it was something she did just for me. And what we’d just shared was intense.

She looked away from the camera. “I’ve never done that before.”

“Neither have I.”

“It was nice,” she finally said.

“It was more than nice. It was phenomenal.” I liked that she’d let go with me. She might have thought it was safe because we were in two different places, but it was still sex. We’d manage to connect without being close physically.

She laughed softly.

I loved her like this. Flushed from her orgasm and sated. I wanted to be with her so I could hold her. But I knew she needed space and time. But this was a great first step.

“I loved that you shared that with me. Sleep tight, Gia.”

Her eyes widened slightly, as if she hadn’t expected me to get off the phone so quickly, but I wanted to keep her wanting more. “Yeah, okay. Good night, Silas.”

I ended the call. I hoped I did the right thing by engaging her. It allowed her to think she was in control when she was really letting go with me. She’d done something she never had before, and we’d shared that experience together. I could only hope that it was the right move.

I prided myself on always knowing the next right thing to do, but I’d never encountered anyone like Gia before. She was so tightly wound it was a challenge to get her to unravel. And I wanted to do it again and again and again.

I’d never been so challenged by a woman before, and I was enjoying every minute. It didn’t take long for women to bore me. There was the anticipation when you first met the gaze of a gorgeous woman across the room, but it could fall through when she spoke. I liked any woman I spent time with to be intelligent and successful. But Gia took it to another level. I had a feeling it was because she wasn’t attracted to my money or my success. If anything, it repelled her.

It wasn’t just our mutual connection with her brothers that made her pause. It was the connection she felt when I was near. She was scared of the way I made her feel. I could sympathize because I felt the same way.

But I knew it would be worth it. I was confident I could keep things from her brothers and the rest of her family. No one had to know.

I took a shower to clean off, and the memory of Gia working over her clit and pumping her fingers inside her pussy had me hard.

I gripped my cock and replayed that vision in my mind, and in no time, I was spurting over the walls of the shower. I still wanted her, and I had a feeling I’d never get enough.