Even though Esme was upset with him, she still marched to the kitchen to fulfill his demand. The shelves towered over her. She had to stand on her tiptoes to reach the coffee powder and sugar jar. However, her hands didn't quite reach the jar, and she had to lean on the counter, standing on her toes. As she strained to reach the jar, her shirt rode up, slightly exposing her rounded hips.
Silas, who had been watching her struggling to bring down the jar, froze. His gaze fixated on her buttocks, and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed hard. His heart raced with primal desire, and he couldn't help but fantasize about pinning her on the counter and having his way with her.
"Shit," he muttered under his breath, trying to tear his eyes away from her. However, his legs seemed to have a mind of their own, carrying him closer to her. Standing right behind her, he stretched out his hand and easily lifted the sugar jar off the shelf.
