me go.µ She whispered the words.
Ćome home with me.µ
The quiet demand in his voice brooked no argument. Helpless, she gazed up at him. Í can·t³µ
´Yes, you can. Just say yes,µ he returned, and the light from the moon cast a sensual luster to his
stern, handsome features.
´Please,µ he added.
He pulled her into his arms, holding her briefly. She buried her nose in the vee of his neck and
breathed in his spicy masculine scent, wanting, needing, this man for this space of time. His hand came
out to stroke the top of her head, reassuring in its
casualness.
She leaned back in his embrace and studied his face. His chiseled chin, the hard line of his jaw, and
the strong, yet sensual, curve of his lips conjured up hot images of the two of them, naked, bodies twined
as he made love to her.
No, he wouldn·t make love to her. That was too tame, and he was far too hard of a man to do anything tame. He·d devour her.
He·d pin her down to the bed and rock into her, relentlessly.
She
wouldn·t be able to do anything but allow him to have his way with her in any way he chose.
Sienna knew she would
surrender, welcome his every heated demand. This moment had been building
for a week, one that was
inevitable, destined to happen from the moment he·d come to the Sweet Kitty.
She made a decision, and she refused to delve into the reasons for it. She chose to only listen to her
heart, for once, and nothing else. If only for one night, he would be hers.
´Yes,µ she finally answered.
He pulled her toward him and covered her mouth with his. His hard mouth slanted over hers in a hot,
turgid kiss. As quickly as he began to devour her mouth, he released her.
Her eyes locked with his. His face was starkly highlighted against the light gleaming from the moon
and the harsh lights in the parking lot. The look on his face was frightening in its intensity.
Sienna felt like
running fast and far away from the hot promise in his light gray eyes.
He must have read her intent.
He gathered her beneath the shelter of his arms and, with her in tow,
briskly walked back toward his SUV.
Í·ll drive. We can pick up your car later.µ
8
´T hank you,µ Sienna murmured when Mac removed her coat and, along with his leather jacket, hung
both inside the closet near the front door.
Sienna walked farther into the living area and placed her bag on the oversized white sofa.
´Your home
is beautiful.µ
´Thanks. But it·s temporary digs for me,µ he replied, and leaned against the door frame,
observing
her.
His intent stare unnerved her and she caught herself
fidgeting, playing with the strands of hair on her
wig, before stopping herself.
´Temporary?µ
´Yes. I don·t live in this area.
Just here on business.µ He peeled himself from the wall and walked
toward her.
´What type of business?µ
Í·m a private investigator. My partner, Kyle, and I were here on a case. We were put up in these
accommodations from our
client. But he·s out. For the weekend.µ
The clarification didn·t go over her head. He wanted her to know that they·d be alone for the
weekend.
Ćan I get you something?
Food? Drink?µ he murmured, the heat from his body reaching out to
cocoon her in its warm
embrace.
She licked suddenly dry lips.
Śomething to drink³
nonalcoholic³would be nice.µ
´Why don·t you sit down.µ He waved a hand, indicating for her to choose somewhere to sit amongst
the comfortable-looking chairs and sofas scattered throughout the large room. Í think I have something in
the fridge. I·ll be right back.µ
She glanced around the
tastefully furnished, if sterile, room. She wasn·t surprised that it wasn·t his
home. It didn·t fit his
personality. Sienna imagined the place Mac called home would be much less puttogether,
yet just as appealing. It would be ruggedly attractive, much like he was.
Various prints were mounted and framed, carefully arranged around the room. Glass
knickknacks were
set on the built-in shelves and lined the mantle of the
whitewashed brick fireplace.
Instead of sitting down, Sienna roamed the room and ran careful fingers over the art on the walls.
Áll I have is apple juice and milk. Hope the juice is okay.µ
Mac interrupted her perusal of the beautiful
print she was admiring.
´That·s fine.µ She accepted the juice he held out for her. Despite the flutters in her stomach, she sat
down next to him on one of the small love seats and placed her drink on the table in front of them.
Sienna reached for her drink.
His large hand covered hers and brought it to his mouth. He opened
her palm and placed a hot kiss directly in the center.
´You don·t have to be nervous.
I·m going to take care of you, Sin.µ
Mac pulled her closer and slanted his lips over hers, completely covering her mouth.
After what had
transpired between the two of them during her lap dance, he·d been as horny as his seventeen-year-old
randy nephew.
Despite what happened in the club in front of that asshole, Damian Marks, Mac knew it had been
more than a dance, more than a grind, for her as well.
He·d felt her slight body tremble, quivering, as she danced in his lap, grinding her body against his
cock, and had witnessed the complete ecstasy in her eyes as the orgasm burned through her.
He·d been seconds away from coming as well³to hell with whoever was looking. For once, he·d been
as caught up in a woman, a moment, as the woman he·d been pleasuring. Even if it had been in public, in
full view of anyone who
happened to glance their way.
Damn.
He didn·t know if he·d ever been that turned on. Not since he·d been a grown man, at any rate.
Had it
not been for his concern for her, his desire to shield her from gawkers, he wouldn·t have given a damn who
saw what he was doing to her in the club. What she had been doing to him.
And now he planned on finishing what they started.
He pushed her down on the sofa and covered her body with his, not giving up the connection of her
lush, beautiful lips with his.
He tunneled his fingers through her hair, pulled her head tighter, closer. ´Why are you still wearing
this?µ he asked, pulling on the wig.
Í can take it off.µ She sounded hesitant, almost shy. With a brief nod, he asked her to remove the
wig.
She pulled out several pins and removed the wig. She wore her dark hair short. The thick curls softly
framing her face made her look younger than she did in the heavy makeup and fake hair she wore while
dancing.
´God, this is the wrong time to ask this, but how old are you?µ
He held his breath. Shit! If she wasn·t
legal, no matter how much he wanted to make love to her, there was no way in hell he·d have sex with a
minor.
Her startled laughter rang out.
Ńo fears. I·m definitely over the age of consent. I can show you ID if
Ńo, I·ll take your word for it,µ he said, and pulled her full, bottom rim between his teeth and sucked
it, pulled on it, bit it, licked it, and shoved his tongue into the moist cavern of her mouth.
´Damn, your mouth is sweet.µ
He broke away from her. He·d wanted to take it slow with her, as slow
as he could. But he couldn·t. He needed to feel her, naked and writhing, beneath him.
Mac watched her closely as he unbuttoned her blouse and unclipped the front closure of her bra. He
stifled a groan when her small, creamy brown breasts, slightly lighter in complexion than her face, tumbled
free, and her dark cherry budded nipples stood erect and proud, begging for his touch.
He cupped one of the perfect mounds in one hand and stroked a hard, calloused thumb over the
protruding nipple, fascinated by the way it stretched and
elongated the more he
manipulated it.
´Hmmm,µ she groaned, and his gaze flew to her face.
´You like that?µ he asked gruffly, and she nodded, eyes closed.
´Yes,µ she answered, her breath coming out in soft puffs of air.
´You·ll like what I·m going to do next, more. Lift your hips.µ
She lifted her small hips and Mac slid her jeans, along with her panties, down her legs in one smooth
motion, exposing her.
He tossed the clothes on the floor without looking, keeping his eyes locked on her bared body. One of
her legs dangled off the side of the sofa, the other was perched on one of the cushions, leaving her open
to him.
He·d seen her dancing, nearly naked, for a week, yet it hadn·t prepared him for what she·d look like
nude.
Although small, her breasts seemed large in comparison to her waist, but her hips and thighs flared
out, toned and smooth.
Instead of being shaved smooth, as he suspected she would be, she had a small thatch of hair covering her pussy. It was centered, in a perfect line, down the middle of her mound. Short enough that he
could see her tiny clit poking out.
Mac·s index finger feathered over her tuft, seeing if the curls were as soft as they appeared, before
separating the lips of her vagina. It turned him on that the skin of her inner lips was a darker brown than
the skin on her body.
He dipped his fingers inside and screwed his fingers inside her drenched slit. He withdrew them,
soaked with her juices, and licked her cream away.
His own breath was becoming as labored as hers when his gaze traveled to her face and he saw the
stamp of arousal there. His nostrils flared as the heady smell of her arousal wafted up to his nose,
engulfing him in its heady embrace.
He wondered how many men
she·d done this with. How many men had she danced for and allowed to
take her home, allowed to stroke and lick her?
How many men had tasted a bit of sin?
´What³what·s wrong?µ she
asked.
He felt her immediate unease and schooled his features away from the anger he felt tightening his
face. The hesitancy, the
aloneness he·d detected in her from the moment he·d first seen her on stage, was
starkly at odds with the side of her personality that allowed her to strip her clothes and dance for a bevy of
strangers on a nightly basis.
Mac was uneasy with the duality in her nature. He also felt uncomfortable with his anger.
The urge to find the score of nameless men she·d shed her clothes for, exposed her
beautiful body to,
and knock their teeth down their collective throats raised a red haze of anger, clouding his vision and his
mind.
He clenched his teeth and forcibly shoved the need out of his head and concentrated on the woman in
front of him.
Ńothing·s wrong. You·re
beautiful.µ
´Thank you,µ she returned huskily. He knew he hadn·t said enough to reassure her. She needed
reassurance that only he could provide.
He wasn·t an eloquent man. He didn·t know how to
communicate to her, the need he had, the
newness of it, the connection he·d had with her from the moment he·d seen her on
stage³something he
didn·t understand.
´You can trust me.µ
She needed the flowery words, but he didn·t know how to express the intensity of his attraction to
her.
Damn, he hoped she trusted he would take care of her, if only for this night. She didn·t need to fear
him.
Her pink tongue swiped the generous swell of her lower lip.
His heart clenched when she gave a
hesitant smile. ´Yes,µ she said, and cleared her throat. Í trust you.µ
He groaned, leaned down,
pressed himself against her, and captured her lips within his.
Minutes
passed as he sucked and
caressed her lips, until both of their breaths were ragged.
Reluctantly he released her mouth and trailed lingering kisses down her throat; his dick hard, pressing
instantly against her bared core.
He laved her neck, swirling his tongue in the hollow of her throat.
One hand found and cupped the soft swell of one breast, tugging at the erect nipple. The other hand
trailed down her body, searching for and finding the minute thatch of curls guarding the entry at the apex
of her thighs.
He tunneled his hands past the furred vee, separated the lips of her vagina, and alternately stroked
down each side. She was hot and creamy, her sweet dew sticky, covering his fingers, and Mac groaned,
imagining the feel of it
saturating his cock.
He slipped one finger inside her tight, moist opening and
massaged her plump clit,
rubbing the hard,
blood-filled tip until she whimpered, crying out from the pleasure he gave her.
He inserted another finger and rubbed her clit with his thumb as he pumped his fingers in and out of
her body.
Sienna tossed her head against the soft cushions on the sofa and arched her body sharply into his.
´That feels good, so damn good.µ
He stifled his own groans when her silken walls clamped down on his fingers. While one hand continued to minister to her pussy, the other molded her breast.
He nibbled kisses on her lips, licking the full lower rim, nipping it, before recapturing her mouth in a
hot kiss. Her luscious lips were soft and wet. Perfect. Just like the rest of her.
Mac gently pried open her mouth, inserted his tongue, and groaned into her mouth,
searching for her
tongue.
He released her mouth and rained kisses down her throat, between her ample breasts, before
journeying over to capture one tight, erect bud, pulling the long nipple into his mouth and nursing from
her.
He reluctantly released his hold on her breast and pulled his fingers out of her clenching walls,
ignoring her cry of protest.
Easing his body down the sofa, he dropped to his knees on the floor and
arranged her body, placing both of her legs over his shoulders, and leaned into her pussy.
Mac inhaled deep, taking in her heady scent. He placed two fingers alongside the lips of her vagina
and separated them. He licked the side of her thigh, laving a trail to the core of her, and stroked her from
the back of her opening to the tip of her hood, and pulled the hidden tr
easure inside his mouth.
Óooh!µ she screamed, her body jerking, her thighs clenching against his head, keeping him right
where she wanted him to be.
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W hen his rough tongue lapped against her thighs, and his sweet, hot kisses traveled to her vagina,
Sienna nearly came.
Sienna half-raised her body from the soft cushions of the sofa, her legs clamping against his face.
The sight of his dark head between her thighs, his hot breath scorching the skin of her inner thighs,
was enough to send liquid from her. Embarrassed, she tried to close her legs.
Ńo, let me finish eating you,µ
he said, and opened his mouth wide. Using his entire tongue, he
lapped at her core.
The words and incredible feel of his tongue against her pussy forced her cream to rush from her
body. Sienna relaxed her legs and opened herself to his mouth, his lips, his demanding tongue.
With slow licks and soft bites, he ministered to her, swirling his tongue alongside the soft tissue of her
inner core, ignoring her
whimpers and cries. Sienna was dizzy with the onslaught of erotic sensations.
Óh God«that feels so good,µ
she moaned.
´Do you want me to stop?µ He murmured the words against her quivering pussy.
Ńo! Please don·t stop!µ Sienna cried out when he blew a hot breath against her inner lips, her body
slumping back against the cushions when he curled his tongue around her clit.
He used his talented fingers and kept her lips separated. He suckled on her and she bucked against
him, accepting his oral loving, her hands clutching the corners of the seat cushions on either side of her,
grabbing one and holding it against her mouth to muffle her cries of pleasure.
In sensual agony, she accepted the wicked glides of his tongue, teeth, and lips, in and around her
pussy.
He carefully worked one, two, until he had four of his thick fingers embedded deep inside her
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