I blinked at him. Had I heard him right? Surely I must've fallen asleep and this was some kind of dream. He would never ask me to marry him. We barely knew each other. My heartbeat increased when I realized that I was wide awake and that this wasn't a dream. I glanced around.

"What are you looking for?" Silas asked.

"I'm waiting for someone with a camera to jump out and tell me I'm being pranked."

"This isn't a prank," he said softly. "There are no cameras. Let's go upstairs and we'll talk."

He slipped the small box back into his jacket pocket before slipping his arms around me and picking me up. I buried my face against his neck as he carried me up to my apartment. After unlocking the door, Silas entered and carried me over to the couch. Lowering me down, he grabbed the pillow and slipped it underneath my swollen ankle.

"Don't move. I'll get you some ice."

I swallowed and followed him as he walked into the kitchen. Silas grabbed an icepack and wrapped the dishtowel around it before making his way towards me. He took a seat opposite me and placed the icepack against my skin. I stared at his face as he inspected my ankle again.

"Why would you ask me to marry you if you barely know me?" I asked him, unable to stand the silence any longer.

"I know enough about you to know that I want to spend the rest of my life with you." He straightened and moved up the couch to sit next to me. "I don't need to know your life story to know that I love you and that—"

"You love me?"

Silas smiled at me. He slipped an arm around my waist and tugged me closer to him. When our chests were pressed together, Silas lowered his head until our lips brushed. He poured everything he felt into the kiss and I returned it. My arms slipped around his neck.

Silas broke the kiss with a low groan. "Any more of that and we'd end up in bed."

"I wouldn't mind."

"I'm trying to stay patient with you Lara. It can only last so long. I want you. I've wanted you from the first moment we met." He stroked my cheekbone with his thumb. "Marry me Lara."

"I don't know anything about you," I whispered.

He pulled away slightly with a small frown. Running a hand through his hair, he sighed and glanced away from me. After staring at the wall for a few seconds, Silas faced me again. His hand dropped to mine that was resting on my lap. He entwined our fingers and gave my hand a squeeze.

"What is there to know that you don't already know?" He licked his lips. "I left home when I was eighteen and moved to London. After a few years of doing this and that, I finally figured out what I wanted to do. With the help of a friend I started building my own business."

"Why did you leave home?"

He pursed his lips and glanced away from me. "Family trouble," he said softly. "I'm a self-made billionaire. I like running in the morning and relaxing with a glass of whiskey at night. I'm a bit of a workaholic but I will always make time for you. My favourite colour is green and I love horror movies. What more do you want to know?"

I licked my lips as I thought over everything he just said. "How old are you?"

He chuckled. "I'm thirty-two."

He was a whole lot older than I originally thought him to be. I tried to think of something else to ask him but my mind came up blank. The feeling of his thumb brushing across my knuckles was distracting. My eyes dropped to his lips and all thoughts fled from my mind. There would be time for talking later. I still had time to think about things.

"What are you thinking about?" Silas asked softly. "You make it hard for me to concentrate when you look at me like that."

I swallowed. "L-like what?"

"Like you want me to fuck you."

"Maybe I want you too," I breathed. "I want to try something."

"What?"

I smiled at him and gestured for him to stand up. Silas hesitated but stood and took a few steps back. Worry and slight panic hit but I quickly pushed it aside. Sitting up, I grabbed the icepack and moved my legs until my feet touched the floor. I leaned forward to drop the icepack on the coffee table before glancing up at Silas. He was watching me with a frown.

I spread my legs apart as I reached up to grab Silas's hips to pull him closer to me.

"Lara, what are you doing?"

Without answering him, I started unbuckling his belt. Before I could pull it from the loops, his hands shot out to grip my wrists. I bit my lip as I glanced up at him. It was hard to make out what he was thinking when he looked at me with narrowed eyes.

"What are you doing?" His voice sounded a little gruff.

"I've been the only one receiving pleasure. I want to pleasure you."

"I don't think that's a good idea, baby."

My shoulders sagged. "Why not?"

"Lara—"

I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his lower stomach. My hands trailed around his hips and down to his firm ass.

"I." Kiss. "Want." Kiss. "To." Kiss. "Go." Kiss. "Down." Kiss. "On." Kiss. "You."

My lips hovered inches from his crotch. I glanced down at the bulge in his pants and then up at him. It actually looked like he was in pain. Silas swallowed loudly. His hold on my wrist loosened and it was enough to get me moving again. I slipped the belt from the loops and dropped it to the floor. My hands shook so it took me a few tries to slip the button through the hole. Pulling the zip down was easier.

My eyes followed the thin trail of dark hair down to the patch of curls that were revealed when I parted the flaps of his pants. I wasn't prepared for the fact that Silas wore no underwear. Nervousness settled inside me. I had no idea what to do next.

"You don't have to do this," Silas muttered huskily.

I glanced up at him from beneath my lashes. "I want to. I've never done this before but I've read about it. Will you help me?"

"Just do whatever feels natural to you."

"Okay."

Silas reached up and pushed his pants down. My eyes widened. During all our make-out sessions Silas had never stripped completely naked. I've felt his arousal plenty of times but I've never seen his dick up close. He certainly was well endowed—long and thick. My eyes darted back up to his to find him already watching me.

His lips parted but before he could put a stop to things, I leaned forward and pressed my lips against the tip of his dick. Silas sucked in a sharp breath and I took that as a good sign. Parting my lips, I wrapped them around his dick and slowly took him into my mouth. It certainly looked easier in the movies. My stomach clenched when he hit the back of my throat.

I instantly pulled back and sucked in a breath. When my hand wrapped around his length, Silas made a strange sound in the back of his throat. His legs actually quivered. With one last glance up at his face I decided to give his dick my full attention. I wanted to give him the best experience I possibly could offer. I wanted to be the only woman he would remember giving him head.

My lips wrapped around the head and then slowly slipped down his length again. I used my lips to shield my teeth and my tongue to lick the bottom of his shaft. His low moans were music to my ears. I tensed when he buried a hand in my hair. He held onto me instead of forcing me to take more of him into my mouth.

I pulled back and tilted his dick up to lick along the underside from the base all the way up to the tip before taking him into my mouth again.

"Fuck," he groaned.

Surprise flashed through me when he suddenly pulled away. Silas reached down, hooked his hands under my armpits and picked me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist and gripped his shoulders. My eyes darted over his face. He looked angry.

"D-Did I d-do anything w-wrong?"

"No." He slipped an arm under my ass and hoisted me a little higher. "Your mouth feels like heaven, baby."

He toed off his shoes and kicked off his pants before heading towards the bedroom. A few seconds later Silas lowered me down onto the bed. He didn't straighten up right away. His eyes darted over my face before dropping down to my lips.

"Do you have condoms?"

I shook my head. "I'm sorry."

"There's nothing to be sorry about. I have some in my wallet." He winked as he straightened. "Get naked baby, I'll be right back."