Married My Ex's Alpha Uncle (Silver and Elliot) novel Chapter 17

I had to keep looking at him for accuracy and each time I did, his eye would darken just a little.

“How long do you need to be staring at me?” He asked. “Because this is torturous.”

His voice was sultry, and my cheeks flushed.

“All night,” I answered, my voice dropping to a mere whisper.

He swallowed his Adam’s apple bobbing.

“I’m starting to regret my decision,” he murmured, his eyes scanning my body before he met my gaze.

My heart skipped a beat and my face felt hot. I turned my attention away from him, trying to avoid his gaze now.

He chuckled lightly as I bit my lower lip.

The rest of the night felt like an eternity. The painting started to come together nicely; I just needed to do a few finishing touches. I wanted to really capture the elements behind him, including the curtains placed for decoration. I wanted to somehow incorporate the red curtains with the backgrounds and make them blend with the roses falling at his feet.

“Okay, I’m going to change your position so I can capture the elements of the curtains behind you,” I told him as I approached.

He watched me earnestly and just as I reached him, he grabbed my arm and pulled me into his embrace, sitting me on his lap. I gasped at the sudden movement as his arms wrapped around my waist and I was enveloped in his warmth and scent.

“The night is now over. We are already half dressed. How about we do something else instead?” He asked, his voice dark and husky. “I think I deserve an award. Don’t you think?”

Exhaustion took over soon after and I found it difficult to keep my eyes open. Elliot lifted me into his arms and carried me away from my studio and up the stairs of the mansion.

“I need to finish my painting,” I murmured sleepily, my head resting against his shoulder.

“You need to rest,” he retorted. “You can finish your painting later. For now, it’s time to sleep.”

I was too tired to fight him, so I allowed him to carry me into our bedroom and place me in the bed. I closed my eyes, feeling his proximity as he put the blankets over my form and then slid into bed beside me.

He didn’t cuddle me though and I couldn’t keep the disappointment from surfacing in my chest. I wondered if this was just sex to him, or if there was something more going on between us.

As sleep took over, a small voice echoed in the back of my head saying, “Mark him…”