Broken Soul (Soul Series Book 1) by Cindy Pike

Author:Cindy Pike [Pike, Cindy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-07-31T16:00:00+00:00

8 Bright Silas

I wake from my nap slowly. In a really soft warm bed, cuddled up with a very firm, warm body next to me. Running my right hand up a well-defined chest and corded neck until I hit a firm jaw. Yowzah! If I could wake up like this every day, I'd be in heaven. Whoever this is has me wrapped around him and has just the right amount of chest hair.

"You awake, doll?" I hear and feel rumbled in my ear and down my body. Que shivers of desire! Shit! It's Silas! Damn, he has a massively gravelly voice when he’s just waking up. I love it! I prop myself up with my left elbow, stroking my thumb along his stubbled jaw.

"Yeah. Did you carry me in?" My brain is still fuzzy with sleep making it hard to know if that was a dream or real. He has a good amount of scruff on his face, not enough to be a full-blown beard but I can tell it’s been at least a week since he’s shaved last. I gaze into his frosty ice blue eyes and got lost. He returns my look, but his is starting to heat up with lust.

"Yeah, I carried you in, doll. Now unless you want to get to know me on a seriously biblical level, we need to get up." He does a slow sit up taking me with him, turning me as we go, so I’m sitting next to him instead of straddling his leg. I feel my body along every inch of his and I’m liking what I’m feeling, let me tell you. Let's just say he’s built and massive, everywhere. I go into a fog just admiring his impressive body, while in the back of my mind I’m vaguely curious as to how many hours he spends maintaining it. Once I come back to reality, from of Silas’ body against mine, I notice my state of undress. What the fecking heck am I wearing?! I check quickly patting myself, whew, still have on undergarments. Otherwise, I’m in an oversized black t-shirt. Not the one I was wearing earlier; this one dwarfs me and smells like man, particularly Silas. He has this spicy scent that’s under the grease from the vehicles he works on that can easily become intoxicating and it shoots straight to my core.

"Aaaaaahhhh...... Silas...?" My concern must have been written all over my face because he answers my unspoken question.

"I tried to let you sleep in your clothes but you kept tossing and turning, getting the pants tangled up. I didn't want you to hurt your knee so I took them off. I went to the bathroom and when I came back you had your shirt off. I tried to let you sleep alone but you wouldn't settle, unless I was right next to you, you kept tossing and turning and couldn't rest. Hence my shirt because I'm a fucking hot-blooded man, not a saint, and I was trying to behave.

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