168 Intimacy at the hospital

"Silas! Stop it." Esme squirmed when Silas pinched her waist, giggling as she tried to wriggle free.

"I want you," he whispered, his lustful gaze searching her eyes. "Please."

Esme's heart skipped a beat as she met his gaze, her own desire rising to the surface. "Are you begging?" she asked teasingly.

"God, yes."

Esme's smile was sultry and inviting. "Okay, Mister Silas Sullivan. I'll make love to you," she said, her voice dripping with suggestion. "Just relax and enjoy it."

Relax?

Silas's heart jumped to his mouth with excitement. He was eager to know what she was going to do.