There was a simple answer to her question, and she saw it in my eyes when I stared down at her. I didn’t need to say it out loud. Sienna found her answer in my silence.
She nodded slightly, looking down. “That’s the key difference between us, then. She wasn’t into it, but I am. And last night,” she looked up at me, “last night only made me want so much more.”
Jesus Christ.
I sucked air through my teeth, closing my eyes as she walked into the cottage. My skin was already hot for her touch, my lips longing to kiss her. And, dear God, my dick was impossibly hard, throbbing, my mind a maze with all the possibilities of what I could do to her. Especially since she just admitted that she wanted so much more.
I was already over the edge. I already fucked up. I was already caught up in this dark dream of wicked desires that had me all tied up for this redhead.
Sienna managed to get my heart beating again. Somehow, she reminded me that I was alive and not just an empty vessel living on stolen air. Question was, did I deserve it?
Do you give a fuck whether you deserve it or not?
Not tonight.
I walked into the cottage and closed the door behind me. Sienna was bent over searching for a bottle of wine in the dining room cabinet, her shorts pulled up, partly exposing her ass, and I wanted to tear the denim off her with my goddamn teeth.
Images of last night flashed inside my mind, reminding me how much I fucking loved seeing her hands tied behind her back, her legs spread wide, and pussy glistening just for me. It was fucking impossible for me to look at her and not think about sex. To not think about how fucking good it felt having her pussy walls slick against my length. Sinking inside her, spreading her legs and settling between her thighs was the closest I’d ever get to heaven.
I licked my lips, my cock rock hard and self-control dangling by a thread. Would it be so fucking wrong of me to forget about the repercussions and consequences tomorrow might bring and just indulge in the sin that had the power to make me feel fucking alive again? To be with Sienna and not feel like a goddamn corpse all the damn time?
“I can’t decide between a South African Shiraz or—”
“Sienna?”
“Ooh, what about an oaky merlot from France?”
“Sienna?”
“No, wait. Let’s go local with the Screaming Eagle Cabernet Sauvignon. That sounds fitting, don’t you think?”
I rushed across the room, grabbed her around the waist with one arm, pulling her feet off the ground. The bottle dropped to the ground, glass shattering and wine splattering everywhere.
“Noah, what are you—”
She squealed as I stomped down the hall, carrying her roughly, her hair waving across my face, her hands digging into my arm.
“What the hell?”
I reached the bed and threw her down on the mattress, not giving her a second’s chance to right herself before wrapping my hands around her ankles, pulling her down to the edge of the bed.
The way her cheeks flushed, her eyes already hooded and dark, she knew what was about to happen.
I climbed on the bed, putting my knees on either side of her hips, pinning her wrists to the mattress with my hands. “I’ve been a walking hard-on the entire fucking day because of you.”
“Would it be bad of me to be really turned on by that thought?”
“I can’t stop thinking about you and these plump, perfect lips of yours.” I let go of her wrist and placed my thumb on her bottom lip, dragging my finger across the soft flesh as I lifted myself. “I can’t fucking stop thinking about these gorgeous tits.” With a tug of my wrists, I easily tore the fabric down the front, her nipples already impossibly hard for me, demanding my attention.
Leaning down, I teased my tongue along the rosy bud, lapping all around it, her body shuddering beneath mine. Her skin tasted of sin and sweetness—the most tempting contradiction. Her back arched so beautifully for me as I sucked her nipple, then teasing it with a flick of my tongue before rolling it in my mouth once more. The swell of her breasts fit perfectly in my palms, and I squeezed them together, tracing my tongue down the slit between her tits.
I sat up, still massaging the weight of her tits while admiring the view of her perfect body beneath me. “How is it possible for one kiss to have me all wrapped up in you?”
Stretching her arms across the sheets above her head, she moved her hips, making me achingly aware of how my cock throbbed for her. “I have no idea what happened that night we kissed.” She bit her lip. “But I’d be a liar if I said I wasn’t glad it happened.”
I teased my fingers along her stomach, the blue bruises above her hipbone no longer haunting me, but instead, I relished the sight. Knowing that she loved the marks I left on her body gave me the freedom to finally be honest with myself—to admit that there was nothing more beautiful to me than the scores of possession that bloomed on her flesh.
“I could do so much worse than that,” I said as I traced along the purple-blue blemish. “I could hurt you.”