"No language has ever had a word for a virgin man." - Will Durant, Our Oriental Heritage

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Caden's POV

Silas bursts the front doors of his penthouse like a madman and shuts the doors behind me. He grabs my waist, pinning me against his front door and ravishes me with his lips.

I can barely breathe with the way he's kissing me but, Jesus, I don't want him to stop. I part my lips for a second to try and catch my breath, but he takes the opportunity to explore my mouth with his tongue.

His hands travel from my waist to my back, and I can feel his calloused hands inching behind my short top. They dig deeper under my shirt and goosebumps crawl up my spine as he traces circles with his thumb.

He kisses his way to my neck, and I extend my head to the side to give him more space. "I've been wanting to do this ever since I laid my eyes on you," he mumbles into my neck.

I try to concentrate on his words but I can't when I feel his tongue trail to my earlobe. "Mhm," I try to say but I think it came out as more of a whimper.

He drops his hands from underneath my shirt and places them under my thighs, lifting me into his arms.

What is he doing?

"I can walk," I try to say, but he shushes me.

While he carries me upstairs, I take the opportunity to make him feel the way he made me feel.

I sink my hands into his soft head of hair and begin to place soft kisses on his neck.

I'm not sure if I'm doing it right. I've never really been like this to anyone, and the fact that Silas is being quiet worries me that he isn't enjoying it.

I stop for a second to gauge is reaction before he turns his head to me. "Why did you stop?"

I feel slightly embarrassed that he caught me looking at him before saying, "Oh, I thought you didn't like it."

A muscle ticks in his jaw, and I don't realize that we're already in his bedroom.

He spins me around so fast, my head begins to ache from the dizziness but I don't get a chance to dwell on it when I feel Silas's fingers under my chin.

I've realized now that he has pinned me against the wall. He is still holding me, so his hands have now planted themselves on the underside of my thighs. My skirt rides up from the way he's touching me and I know he can see a peak of my underwear. Maybe more than a peak.

His entire front is against me, and this is one of those moments where I'd love to feel his soft skin and hard muscles under his shirt.

"Don't ever say that again."

I look at him in incredulously before retorting, "I thought we established I had freedom of speech."

A smirk reaches his lips and my eyes brighten. That was exactly what I was looking for. "Why the fuck do you always have to ruin the moment?"

"What moment, darling?" I give him a teasing smirk. "We're just having fun." My smile widens when he looks at me. I like the way he looks at me.

He settles his eyes on me before an evil smirk catches my eye. "I'll show you some fun."

And with that, he takes my lips with his and kisses me with such deep passion, it's amazing he hated my guts just two months ago.

A soft sigh escapes my lips as he begins to kiss my neck again. One of his hands support my weight under my thighs while the other glides up my sides, under my shirt.

I bury my hands into his hair while his lips begin to trail farther down, right below my collarbone.

He sets me down softly, before pulling me against him. Startled, I let out a yelp that was drowned by his lips again.

I try to take some control and force his lips to open. When they do, I graze me teeth over his bottom one while my fingers scrunch up a handful of his hair.

A deep groan sounds out from him.

Mission accomplished.

Before I know what he's doing, his hand reaches under my skirt, his fingers brushing my core.

I freeze.

"What?" he asks. He looks at me worriedly.

"Nothing. It's nothing." He doesn't believe me, I know it.

"Bull fucking shit." Yep. "Tell me."

I try to look away from him, so humiliated that I did indeed ruin the moment, but he doesn't give me a chance. He places his fingers under my chin and tilts my head up to look at him.

"Tell me. Please."

Dang it! This is so embarrassing, and for what? Just because I got a little scared. Sometimes, I annoy the crap out of me.

"Nothing. I'm sorry." Leave it, leave it, leave it.

"No. Fucking tell me, Wilson." Dang it! This man is so infuriating.

"Hey, you said we had to be honest with each other." I widen my eyes. Oop. "Mhm, got you there. So be honest with me, Wilson. Tell me." He tilts his head, forcing us to lock eyes. "Please."

I let out a deep sigh. "I just- I've never done this." I look away. Stupid, stupid, stupid. "And I'm scared."

I don't look at him. I don't even want to look at myself.

I hate this. We were having such a good time. I should've just kept my mouth shut. Or not have been scared. He's probably just going to go back to work. I did just ruin the moment. The once beautiful, perfect moment.

But his next words surprise me. "You know, for such a smart woman, you're a fucking dumbass sometimes."

I look at him with wide eyes. "W-what."

"Like you're actually smart. How is it that smart girls are always the dumbest?"

I stumble for an answer but what am I supposed to say to that? "See, there it is again. That was a rhetorical question, dumbass."

He drops his hand from under my skirt and places it on the sides of my face. I look at him incredulously and he stares back. These are another one of those moments where I wish to God I knew what he was thinking.

"It's okay if you're scared. We can take it slow." He kisses the top of my head. "I am a patient man."

"No you're not," I scoff.

I feel him smile. "No, I'm not. But for you..."

The fingers of one of his hands is wrapped gently around my throat. He doesn't apply any pressure, but it does nothing to increase the feeling between my legs. "I wanna make you feel good," he whispers in my ear.

"But what about you?" I whisper, because I can barely focus on anything other than his touch. And this feeling in the pit of my stomach that is traveling from my belly to my core.

"Who gives a shit about me?" He begins to kiss my neck as I mumble, "I do."

His lips pull up against my neck. "I know you do. For some fucking reason."

I laugh softly, and I can feel him smile again. "Let me make you feel good. Please?"

I hesitate slightly. "Is it going to hurt?"

He shakes his head immediately before brushing his lips against my cheek. "I promise it won't hurt."

Jesus, I'm so conflicted. A part of me wants to say yes but another part of me is slightly wary. I don't know why, but it just seems like everything is going so fast. I'm scared that he's going to get bored of me, and move on to someone richer, prettier, and smarter. Someone better.

I know it's pathetic being this insecure, but I can't help it. He's way out of my league and there are probably hundreds of girls that can give him more.

"We don't have to." Silas interrupts my thoughts. "I can order some food and we can watch a movie." He gives me a small smile.

Looking at him now, I think back to when he saved me all those times. And when he took care of me drunk. And when he gave me a job in one of the lowest moments of my life. Well technically Sawyer offered me the job, and I can tell he wasn't happy about it, but regardless, I'm not fired.

Okay, this is not turning out the way I wanted it.

What I'm trying to say is that he's helped me so many times the past couple months. I mean, some people would say that it's just human decency or the bare minimum, and maybe it is. Maybe some of the bad things he's done overshadows all of the good things, but what I do know is that what I feel right now is real. And I know what he feels is real. Not to mention my nasty record. It's honestly a miracle I was able to land the job.

"You promise it's not going to hurt?"

"With my life."

He gives me a reassuring nod. "Okay."

His lips meet mine and he kisses me tenderly, drastically different than previously, but amazing all the same. He deepens the kiss further before mumbling, "Jump."

"What?" I ask, confused.

"Jump."

I give a small hop but he makes it work and catches my thighs with his arms.

My legs wrap around his torso as he brings us to his bed.

When his shins bump onto his bed frame, he sets me down gently, all the while, placing soft kisses on my neck. I sigh into him again. When he moves to the other side of my neck, I feel a slight friction in between my thighs that makes my insides heat up and a small groan escape my throat.

He trails his lips down from my neck to my collarbone. I try to suppress as much noise as I can, afraid I'm being too loud but sometimes, they come out regardless of my efforts.

His kisses are now on my legs, and I can clearly see that my skirt has ridden up immensely, exposing my underwear. "Spread your legs for me, please."

I part my thighs, slightly embarrassed letting him see my cheap, light blue underwear.

It would have been a lot better if I had worn something sexier.

"I actually quite like your underwear," Silas states out of the blue. I look at him confused. He gives me a small smirk, and I now realize I had that said that out loud. AGAIN.

Seriously, Caden?

"Especially right here." His fingers graze right at my center, the only barrier being the thin layer of fabric of my underwear. "It's the wettest."

"Oh my god," I mumble into my hands. Does he seriously have to call me out like that?

He pulls my hands away from my face, placing gently kisses on my knuckles. "You're beautiful when you're embarrassed."

"Shut up," I mutter under my breath.

"Well, I have freedom of speech so..." I giggle at his statement and it makes me momentarily forget that I am almost completely exposed.

My laugh is silenced when his fingers graze me again. I shudder under his touch while my thighs clench, attempting to rid some of the pressure building up inside me.

"Relax, baby."

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"Silas, can't you just tell me where we're going?"

"You know, you don't seem to grasp the concept that this is a surprise. Now shut the fuck up or you'll ruin everything." Silas grabs my hand and pulls me forward.

I've been blindfolded for twenty minutes. Silas refuses to show me where we're going for our date and my anxiety is starting to increase by each passing minute.

"By the way, you look beautiful." His whisper sends shivers down my spine and I resist the urge to shutter against him. The warmth of his front is radiating off of him and completely heating up my back. "Thanks. You look great, too. If I could actually see you."

"Again with the moment ruining." He sighs out loud. "I should teach you a lesson." I know I'm blindfolded, but I can practically feel his smirk.

"Yeah, what? You'd put me in time out."

He suddenly goes very quiet and I no longer feel his presence beside me. "Silas?" I call out. No answer.

"You know, if I get kidnapped, it would be on you." Still no response.

I start to get very nervous.

Did he just leave me here?

Am I alone?

Are we still getting dinner because I am hungry.

After about thirty seconds, my anxiety takes over and my hands move to release the blindfold. But as quick as a flash, hands grab me roughly by my waist and I am met with a very hard chest.

I mean, I know who it is, but that doesn't lessen the freaking panic that whipped through my brain.

I yelp, trying to catch my feet on the floor as Silas hauls me off the ground for a moment. "I told you not to take the blindfold off," he whispers lowly in my ear.

"Oh yeah? Well, I didn't think you'd just abandon me. Do you know how scary that is. A kidnapper could've just taken me!" My breathing is extremely ragged and I already feel some joy slip away from what I thought our first date would be.

"That was mean," I whisper. My heart is still beating a mile a minute, and I try to take deep breaths, but it's quite hard when Silas has his hands on me.

"I'm sorry, baby." He grabs my face and gives me a tender kiss. "I forgot something. I needed to get it."

"You should've told me that." I try to break away from him but he grips me harder. "Don't be mad, this is supposed to be our first date."

"Mmmm, I need something in return."

"Anything." His hands have crawled up the open space of my dress and his thumb is caressing the side of my waist.

I contemplate for a moment before an evil thoughts bubbles in my brain. "Can I do your makeup?"

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Hey, mister. You said anything. Are you telling me you are not a man of your word."

He pulls me against him, his breath brushing my ear. "That word did not involve me being painted on."

"Aww, that's too bad, isn't it." I give him a victorious smile, loving that I won that, but he does something weird.

He just stares at me. Like stares at me.

I try to get him to let go but he doesn't budge. It's like he's in some sort of trance, and the only logical thing to do is well...

"OW!"

My laugh drowns out his groan as he massages his cheek that I just slapped. "Sorry, there was a bug on your face."

"Fucking bull shit." He glares at me, but it doesn't diminish the triumph I'm feeling that I actually slapped him. Hehe, loser. "You just wanted to hit me."

"You are correct, sir." I nod my head and I feel myself grinning like an idiot, but I don't care. This is starting to become a really fun night.

I feel him staring at me again, so I finally just address it. "Why do you keep staring at me?"

His eyes widen like a deer in headlights and he looks away embarrassed. "Nothing."

"Mhm, am I just so drop dead gorgeous, you couldn't get enough of me," I tease.

His grips tightens and he moves his face closer to mine. "Something like that." His breath fans the inside of my neck and I try my hardest not to get lost in his scent. Or the way he's holding me. Or the fact that this is our first date but all I want to do is go to his penthouse and make cookies. Or have him eat cookies. Or have him eat me.

Wait what?

I did not think that.

Nope.

I didn't.

Disregard that please.

He tightens his hold and begins to nip at my earlobe. I tense for a second, still slightly new to this new dynamic between us, but I love it nonetheless.

I sigh into his kiss. "Silas," I try to day but I am immensely distracted. "Silas, what about our date?"

He groans a little before saying, "I mean, I wouldn't mind continuing this. You sure liked it the other day." I can feel his smirk on my ear and try to shake him away but he doesn't budge.

"Oh, come on, baby, don't act like you didn't like it." He chuckles and I absolutely love the sound.

"Can't we just start on our date instead of making me blush?" I again try to shake him off of me to no avail.

"You look beautiful." He continues to ravish my ear, traveling down my neck towards the base of my collarbone. I can already feel the effect he has on me, no doubt it triggering my dirty, dirty thoughts that we will not speak of.

"Jesus, why are you so horny?" He chuckles again, and his deep voice sends ripples down my skin. "Was yesterday not enough for you?" Even though I feel the exact same way, if not more and the thought intimidates yet excites me.

Silas scoffs. "Okay, first of all, you got all the enjoyment." An intense glint shines across his cobalt eyes. "Not that I didn't enjoy the sounds you made as I got my lunch." His lips find my skin again. "And second of all, I'm always horny for you, baby." My eyes widen at his words but he just continues to kiss my neck.

"Did you know that when you hug a koala, it can give you chlamydia," I state randomly.

He lets out a deep sigh that brushes my neck. "Again with the moment ruining, Wilson." Although he sounds annoyed, the chuckle that ripples through me says otherwise and sends another wave of shivers down my spine.

"Sorry not sorry." I keep my head high as I finally pry his head away from my neck and turn my body to see where the heck we are.

"Uh uh." Silas wraps his hands around my face and forces me to face him. "No looking, remember?" I begin to roll my eyes before his warm palms rest atop my eyes. "What are you doing?"

"This is still a surprise and you are very impatient."

I let out an annoyed yet amused sigh before he guides to me whatever we're going to do.

After about three minutes of walking, we finally stop and I wait a couple of seconds to see if he's going to do or say anything. "Okay, now you can..."

At the first chance I get, I rip his hands off me and finally, FINALLY look to see what the heck took so long.

And what I saw took my breath away.

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