He hooked her under the arms and pulled her higher so her breasts were in line with his mouth. “Darlin’, I don’t know what goes on in that busy mind of yours, but there is no way on this green earth that you could be thinking that was anything but the best sex either of us has ever had.”

She relaxed against him and went back to idly tracing shapes on his chest.

“In fact, if I hadn’t been so rough with you and hadn’t lost most of my body’s water content into a condom, I’d go for the instant replay.” His tongue darted out to stroke over her nipple.

Her lips curved, and she pressed a kiss to the top of his head.

“Did I hurt you, Mags?” he asked gruffly.

Tomorrow morning, she would be walking like John Wayne after a day on a horse, but she’d wear it proudly. “You didn’t hurt me. I wanted it like that,” she confessed, suddenly feeling embarrassed.

“I don’t know if you noticed, but you let go. You trusted me,” he said, sounding smug.

Oh, she’d noticed all right. In the moment, it had felt so right. So good. But now, thinking about it was scaring the hell out of her. She didn’t just hand over the reins to someone else. That was exactly how people got hurt.

“Uh-uh,” Silas said, giving her a light slap on the ass. “Come out of your head, Mags.” He reared up and took her pebbled nipple into his mouth and sucked.

She let out the breath she was holding.

“That’s my girl,” he murmured. “I’ll keep doling out orgasms if it keeps you present.”

“I should go home,” she stammered. She should go home and overthink everything.

“Oh no you don’t. Kevin and Cody are there. Dean’s probably back, too. Now it’s time for me to tell you what I think,” he said. He shifted her to straddle him, his cock still semihard inside her.

“What do you think?” She wasn’t sure she actually wanted to know. There were some things a woman might never recover from.

“I think you’re wound so tight in daily life that you need a place where you can let go of all those things you’re holding on to. Where you can give that control over to someone else. Where you can be taken care of.” Leisurely, he gave her other nipple a lick. “And I think you needing me to take charge was something I very desperately wanted.”

She’d been all set to argue until his last admission. “It was?”

“I’m telling you this while you’re on top and in charge,” he said, giving a teasing thrust.