by Layla Hagen
He lowered my zipper, touching his fingers to my bare back. I shuddered, hungry for more of his touch. I licked my lips when my dress slid down my body, pooling at my feet. He raked his gaze downward slowly, as if determined to memorize every curve, every inch. When he snapped his gaze back up, my breath caught.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured. “Just perfect.”
I bit my lower lip. He caught the gesture. His eyes flashed, and then he leaned in, licking my lower lip slowly. I shuddered, unable to hold back a moan. My entire body reacted, and when he turned his attention to my upper lip, teasing it with the tip of his tongue, my nipples turned rock-hard. An ache settled between my legs, pulsing madly. I reached for his belt buckle, undoing it. He groaned against my mouth and then kissed me so hard that I nearly stumbled backward. And then his mouth was everywhere, kissing my mouth and neck, demanding my surrender, claiming everything I had to give. I wasn’t any less demanding either. Taking off his shirt, I drew my hands down his torso, determined not to leave one inch untouched. Lifting myself on my tiptoes, I kissed his Adam’s apple. A low hum in his throat told me just how much he liked it.
He gripped the back of my head with one hand, pulling me into a deliciously dirty kiss. He gripped my hip with the other hand, pulling me against him. My knees buckled when I felt his erection against my lower belly. Feeling feisty, undoing his pants and pushing them down, I dipped my hand into his boxers. When I wrapped my palm around his erection, he rocked his hips back and forth, deepening the kiss, claiming more of me with every stroke of his tongue. When I drew my thumb over his tip, he let out a deep, guttural groan. And then he walked me backward until the back of my legs touched the bed.
I climbed on the mattress, lying down, admiring the view.
“Like what you see?” he taunted with a smile.
I smiled back, tilting my head to one side. “I think I do.”
I drank in that gorgeous body. Every muscle was perfectly defined. I couldn’t wait to run my fingers over every single one of them... and then map his body with my mouth. The feral glint in his eyes told me he had other plans for us, though.
He climbed in bed with me, resting on his side next to me. I was on my back, my breath labored from anticipation.
“I’m on the pill,” I said. “And I’m healthy.”
“I’m clean too.”
He skimmed his fingers down my chest, and when he leaned over me, I thought he’d kiss that same spot between my breasts. Instead, he lowered one cup of my bra and sealed his mouth over one nipple, teasing it with his tongue. Pleasure curled through me. My hips bucked off the bed. Holy shit!
I gripped the sheets with both hands. I felt him smile against my breast before he reached behind my back, undoing the clasp. I pushed my own panties down my legs awkwardly, desperate to get any piece of fabric out of the way. He got rid of his boxers.
His kissing alternated between gentle and ferocious. And his touch... it was out of this world good. It didn’t matter if he touched my belly or my breasts or my inner thighs... I felt every touch so intensely, as if my entire body was a sweet spot, as if every cell was wired to my center. And every time our gazes locked, I felt more exposed than I ever had.
“You’re so amazing, Sienna. Everything about you just draws me in. Your laughter, the way you touch me. The way you challenge me.”
I smiled, feeling our bond like a physical cord, tying us together. When he looked straight at me, I was sure my emotions were written all over my face, but far from shutting down or running in the opposite direction, he embraced it. He kissed down my chest, feathering his thumbs over my nipples before licking the spot he’d touched.
When he settled between my legs, I dug my fingers into the mattress. Anticipation coursed through me. He drew the tip of his nose along my inner thigh, then followed the same trail with his mouth, going higher and higher until he nearly reached my center. When his lips touched the sensitive skin, I gasped. He moved his mouth on my lower belly, kissing up, pausing to look at me from time to time. Every time our gazes locked, I was overwhelmed by emotions. He looked at me as if he was the luckiest man to be here with me, as if I was precious.
Gripping his erection at the base, he drew the tip downward. When he circled my clit, I gasped, lifting my hips. He pressed them back down to the mattress, smiling devilishly at me.
“I’m in charge, Sienna. Your pleasure belongs to me.”
He slid inside me slowly. I felt every exquisite inch filling me while he kissed my neck before skimming his lips up to my temple, murmuring my name.
***
Winston
I just couldn’t get enough of her soft skin, her feminine perfume, the way she reacted to me. I wanted to claim her pleasure, make her world tilt on its axis.
I rocked back and forth gently, wanting to give her time to adjust to me. I drank in every reaction. The way her eyelids fluttered closed, her mouth opened in a moan. I increased my pace, slammed into her without restraint. When I touched her clit, she clenched around me.
“Oh, Winston. Wins-ton.” Her voice faltered, becoming shaky. I wanted to prolong this, but at the same time, I wanted to feel her come around me before I succumbed to my own climax.
I stilled, smiling at her groans of protest. Clasping my hands around her ankles, I lifted them up, placing them on my shoulders as I sat back on my haunches. Her eyes widened.
“Winston, what.... ohhhhh.”
Her words completely faded when I pressed my thumb on her clit, moving inside her with quick, hard thrusts.
I had better access to her like this, could bring her pleasure in every way there was. And I could watch her succumb to it... to me. She fisted the sheets, growing so tight around me that I could barely breathe through the tension. I lasted long enough to watch her ride out her climax, thrashing and crying out. She was so damn beautiful, all flushed and spent. Her soft skin had a thin sheet of perspiration.
I came hard, buckling over, propping my palms on the mattress just in time so I wouldn’t crush her. I’d never felt pleasure so intense and all-consuming. I lowered myself on top of her gently, needing more skin-on-skin contact, needing to feel her closer. I didn’t want to break our connection, even though we both needed to clean up.
Just one more minute, I kept telling myself, drawing the tip of my nose up and down her neck before claiming her mouth. I kissed her lazily, wanting nothing more than to explore her. She tasted amazing. She felt amazing, and I just didn’t want to let go.
I kissed her until she moaned. I was semihard again. I felt the corners of her mouth lift in a small smile even as I kissed her.
When I pulled back, there was nothing small about it. She had a full-on megawatt smile on her face.
“What’s with the smile?” I asked, drawing my thumb over the contour of her mouth.
She flexed her inner muscles, and I groaned. I’d just turned rock-hard.
Her smile turned into a grin. “No reason.”
“Then I’d better give you one.”
Chapter Eighteen
Sienna
After showering, I found one of those sauna towels in the bathroom and wrapped it around myself. It was so comfy that I couldn’t stop touching it.
Winston was watching me with warm eyes. A smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
“What?” I asked.
“You’re cute.”
“It’s just so soft. If I had one, I’d wear it around the house all the time. But I haven’t found any that are so comfy.”
He pulled me flush against him. “I’ll be happy to buy you one.”
“Not to look a gift horse in the mouth, but why the sudden generosity?”
“I’m not done. I have a condition.”
“You and your conditions. Somehow, they’re always a way for you to get what you want.”
“You have to promise that you won’t wear it around me.”
I laughed, throwing my head back. “And what would you have me wear?”
I couldn’t stop laughing. I was seeing Winston in a whole new light. Who knew he was so wicked? I certainly hadn’t guessed it, what with his perfectly ironed shirts and broody forehead.
“The great thing about towels is that you can easily get rid of them.” I took a small step back, demonstrating my point with slow, deliberate moves. When I undid the clasp, he sucked in a breath. I smiled to myself—or at least I thought I did. Winston immediately noticed that I was a little too pleased with myself. He cupped my cheek, tilting my head slightly back. His eyes flashed. He stepped closer, pressing himself against my front.
“You like teasing me?” he murmured, those molten eyes trained on me.
“I like prodding you, pushing at your boundaries.”
“Careful, Sienna. You might get more than you’re bargaining for.”
That sounded delicious. I’d make him keep that promise later.
I wiggled my ass in delight. His eyes flashed even darker. That looked very, very promising.
Since we were feeling feisty, we ordered a second dessert from room service. I wasn’t ready for this evening to end, and I thought Winston didn’t want that either.
Room service also lit the fireplace, and after devouring the apple pie, we just lay down in front of the fire, talking about everything.
“Want something to drink?” Winston asked.
“No, I’ve had enough. Just don’t move too much. I’ve found the perfect cuddle position. This is the only semisoft part of your chest.”
Deep laughter rumbled out of Winston. I smiled, happy I had this effect on him. I was pretty sure I hadn’t ever heard him laugh like that.
“Didn’t think there could be a downside to all this muscle-fest, but I found it.”
Winston played with my hair, wrapping an arm tighter around me.
I loved this so much. Just lying here with him—well, on him, talking, discovering things about each other.
“You were right. The fire is relaxing,” he said.
I grinned, looking up, holding up two fingers.
“This is the second time you’ve agreed with me today.”
“You’re counting?”
I nodded sagely. “Gathering ammunition for the next time you decide to be difficult, which I bet will happen soon.”
Next thing I knew, he rolled us around on the floor until he was on top. His pelvis pressed on mine. His hands kept my wrists pinned to the floor. I was his captive, and I loved every delicious second of it.
“So I’m difficult?”
I was determined to stick to my guns. “The most difficult man I’ve met.”
He drew the tip of his nose down my neck, bringing my hands down as he went even lower, until his face was level with my breasts. I squirmed underneath him.
“What are you doing?” I whispered.
“Convincing you to reconsider.”
My breath hitched. He drew the tip of his nose along the underside slowly. Every cell pulsed in anticipation. When he continued the strenuous torture on the upper part, I felt like crying out. What was happening? How could every inch of my skin be so responsive? My nipples were so taut, so desperate for his touch. I wanted to grab something, tug, scratch, but he wasn’t letting go of my hands. There was no reprieve for the tension building inside me.
“You’ve gone quiet,” he taunted. The mere feel of his hot breath on my sensitive skin was driving me crazy.
Still... I wouldn’t go down that easy. I had no clue why I was so stubborn, but on I went.
“Just enjoying this,” I murmured.
He smiled against my skin, looking up from between my breasts. Then he trailed a path of kisses up my sternum, blissfully ignoring my nipples. He brought his mouth to my ear.
“I don’t want to leave this room,” he murmured in my ear. “I want to stay here, with you, so I don’t have to share you with anybody.”
“And you think you’d be able to convince me?”
“I’m sure.”
I wiggled my eyebrows. “I think you’re giving yourself too much credit.”
He cocked a brow, and I knew I was in deep trouble. He let go of one of my hands, skimming his palm downward, over my nipple. He only touched it lightly, but my skin was so sensitive that I moaned, clenching my thighs, trapping him between them.
He laughed, planting a kiss squarely on my belly. I wasn’t a quitter, but I knew when to throw in the towel.
“Fine, I admit it. I’m totally on board with your plan to keep me captive here.”
He laughed, leaning over me and rewarding me with a kiss that made my toes curl. I took advantage of him letting his guard down and pushed my pelvis up, shoving him away with my hands. He fell sideways, and I immediately climbed on top of him.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“I had a plan before you sidetracked me with your bossy ways.”
“And what’s that?”
“Want to give all this the attention it deserves.” I drew my fingers over his chest to emphasize my point.
“You ignored it before.”
I shook my head. “The first step was to lie on you and cuddle.”
“And the second one?”
“Wait and see, Mr. Statham. Wait and see.”
I mapped his upper body with my fingers, drawing small circles, touching every line and every dent. He was patient, I had to give him that. Although, judging by the feral, barely hanging-in-there look in his eyes, I wasn’t sure how long this would last.
When I placed my lips on his skin just above his navel, he let out a low grunt. Yeah... he was getting closer to that breaking point by the second. I tried not to smile against his skin... and failed. I just couldn’t help myself.
When I parted my lips, dipping the tip of my tongue in the dent between his six-pack, he tugged lightly at my hair.
“Sienna,” he grunted, “you’re driving me crazy.”
“I know.”
And there I went, smiling again. I looked up, only to find him gazing at me playfully.
“And pleased about it.”
“Very,” I admitted.
I traced a path with my mouth upward, lying on top of him again. He drew his fingers through my hair, and for a few minutes we were silent, just enjoying each other, until he asked, “What’s your favorite movie?”
“Tough call. Probably the second Hunger Games. Why?”
“I just want to know more about you.”
I propped my chin on his chest, smiling. “Okay.”
“Favorite book?”
“Anything John Grisham has written.”
“A thriller lover, nice.”
I narrowed my eyes. “You don’t sound as if you think that’s nice.”
“Anything with a murder in it gives me the creeps.”
I grinned. “Winston Statham, you’re afraid.”
“Absolutely.”
“So what kind of movies do you watch?”
“I’m not much of a movie guy, never have been.”
“Well, when you have younger siblings, you quickly learn that finding them movies they like is the best way to keep them entertained. I used to play Disney movies for them and watch scary stuff myself.”
“You said Lucas is in London. Why?”
“His high school has an exchange program. I’m keeping my fingers crossed for him to want to stay in the US for college. I’m lobbying for nearby schools. I miss him like crazy.”
“You’re an adorable creature.” He pushed my hair behind my ear, then he gave me a long, deep kiss that had me all tingly and fuzzy.
Not just because the kiss was twenty on a one-to-ten scale of hotness, but because he sounded genuine. He didn’t think I was a meddling mother hen.
Later, when the fire was about to die out, Winston put a fresh log on top of the burned ones.
I sighed, watching him. He looked at me questioningly.
“Just enjoying the view. I don’t know why, but watching you putti
ng wood on the fire does something to me. I think it’s possibly my favorite image of you.”
“Favorite? There’s a rank?”
“Obviously. This has the first spot.”
“And the second?”
“I’m still debating between you wearing a suit or that hot outfit you had on when you came to help with the walls.”
He laughed. “You’re very feisty.”
“Not always.”
“So it’s just for me?”
“Oh, yeah.”
He sat next to me on the floor, pulling me in his lap, kissing my shoulders.
“I like how smooth your skin is,” he murmured.
“Thanks.”
“And this delicious little ass. It’s tempting me on a daily basis at the office, ever since I saw you dance.” He lowered me on my back, kissing down my neck, kneading my ass. “I like the whole package,” he finished.
I laced my arms around his neck, keeping him close, kissing one corner of his mouth. I loved every word he was saying.
“I can say the same about you,” I murmured.
He trailed his fingers down my back, turning my skin into goose bumps.
“What was it that convinced you? My putting logs on the fire?”
“Well, that too, but the balance started tipping in your favor a while ago. I realized you can’t be too bad when you said that you want to protect your parents, so they don’t worry.”
He swallowed, looking up at me in surprise.
“You’re something else,” he murmured.
“I don’t want to spoil our mood, but if we don’t go to sleep, we won’t be any good tomorrow.”
“I agree.”
I wasn’t feeling sleepy at all, though. And when he lifted me in his arms as if I weighed nothing, carrying me to bed, energy bubbled up in my veins.
I had too many thoughts running around in my mind. I couldn’t sleep because I was too excited by life. I was in this beautiful hotel, lying next to this amazing man. The longer I thought about it, the giddier I became.
Holy shit, if I kept going at this rate, I wasn’t going to sleep a wink. How could I even be so excited? Well, the better question was how could I not be excited?
