“Sienna.”
“No.” She buried her face into his shoulder. He hadn’t begun moving allthough he sat as deep as he could go. She bit her lip as the fullness overwhelmed her.
“Sienna,” he murmured into her hair.
She turned her head toward him, and his warm lips met hers. Sienna commanded herself not to stick her tongue out to meet his, but she did it anyway. His scent, his taste, everything about him was addicting. Sienna clung to his broad shoulders and wrapped her feet around his legs. He settled more comfortably on top of her, and she knew an orgasm hurtled close to the surface. At any second, she would come unhinged.
“My love.” His voice alone seemed to stir her climax, and it broke, tightening her core and bringing with it such pleasure, she had trouble drawing in a breath. “Sienna, I love you.”
She came. Screaming. Desperate. Untamed.
The End
About the Author
Tressie Lockwood has always loved books, and she enjoys writing about heroines who are overcoming the trials of life. She writes straight from her heart, reaching out to those who find it hard to be completely themselves no matter what anyone else thinks. She hopes her readers enjoy her short stories. Visit Tressie on the web at
www.tressielockwood.com.
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