His demanding mouth came down on hers again, drawing a moan from deep inside her. “A.J.,” she pleaded against his lips.
The passion that had been burning inside her could not be denied. His eyes were soaked in desire, glazed with need. His eyes moved with a slow, hot slide down her body. Sienna felt as if she couldn’t breathe, as if suddenly her lungs had ignited and were burning. She was burning. When A.J. pressed the full length of his body against hers, the hardness of him sent a violent tremor through her.
His mouth came down on Sienna’s lips. She couldn’t think, couldn’t reason, couldn’t breathe.
Heat. Everywhere he touched her body brought scorching heat, burning within and without. A.J. shuddered with it, his body pressing deeper into hers. Sienna writhed with the intensity of that hot need in an uncontrollable movement, afraid of that heat, wanting to escape, yet oddly yearning to be consumed by it.
The feel of A.J. pressed solidly against her made her want to scream with her need for him. His breath was hot on her neck where he’d buried his face, inches away from her skin, sensitized almost to the point of insanity. His touch branded her. Beautiful, callused fingers trailed over her neck and shoulders, moved with aching slowness down the ridge of her spine where goosebumps were raised and multiplied across her skin. His hands finally spread out to loop around the flare of her naked hips.
A low sound escaped her as he pressed his hard length against her, his hips undulating with uncontrollable movement.
“Sienna,” he rasped.
She twisted against him, an unvoiced cry trapped inside her as he moved his hips slowly. His mouth lowered to sweep the hollow where her neck flowed into her shoulder, his tongue moving in slow, delicious circles over her skin. Her passion came from her throat as a gasping, tearing sound of need. “A.J.,” she pleaded softly.
Her breasts ached for his touch, and she gasped as his hands slid up her rib cage. Her nipples were ready and erect when he finally cupped them in his big, rough, hot hands. His mouth descended to her ear, his voice straining with aching need as he bit her lobe, sending prickles of fire to the tips of her breasts. She arched into him with a moaning cry.
“Tell me what you want,” he demanded, moving beyond control and dragging Sienna with him with those spoken words.
She cried out again and arched harder into him, her hands against the wall of his chest, an unmovable, burning hardness. As he took her aching nipples between his fingers, pinching and tugging on them, Sienna thought it was more than she could take. His eyes blazed with a hard, unyielding fire that reached out and burned her. She gasped at the magnificence of him, his dark unruly hair hanging in heavy strands of tangled silk. She reached up and ran her fingers through it, and he closed his eyes as if in agony.
His mouth descended and captured hers, his lips demanding her to surrender, to submit to him, to give him all that she had to give. Sienna couldn’t give any less.
She had been made for him. “I want you inside me, A.J.”
As he lifted her easily, his biceps bulging from the weight of her, she brought her hands up to clasp his wrists, sliding seductively over the silky hair on his forearms until she reached the tight, round bulges. She tested the hot, taut skin and felt the strength of him pulsate into her fingers until the maleness of him seemed to seep into her blood and burn.
For a moment of heated silence, he just stared at her; then he caught a nipple between his teeth, licking and sucking until she arched in desperate, aching need, causing little fissions of heat to explode in her stomach, reaching into the core of her, stabbing with needles of pleasure so intense she was afraid she was beginning to unravel.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he ordered, his hands moving down her body to support her, cupping her bottom. He leaned into her, pressing her back up against the wall. With a soft cry, she wrapped her legs around his hips. “A.J., please.”
At that moment, nothing mattered. Her world narrowed down to having him inside her. “Oh, please. Please,” she sobbed with desperation and need.
With a move that showed his amazing strength, he reached down into her bedside drawer, pulled out a packet, and sheathed himself.
He pushed into her, and her words ended on a deep moan. He pumped into her, drawing out of her slowly. She tightened her arms around his neck, putting her lips against his throat.
A.J.’s tempo increased until he was moving frantically in and out. Sienna clung to him, incoherent and shredded with pleasure.
Sienna lost all sense of control as the pressure inside of her began to build and build, pulling into one hot, pulsating center. He moved again and again, until the myriad sensations joined into one aching spasm. She cried out and arched stiffly against him, the explosion sending her off into a shattering release. But before the first contraction finished shuddering through her, he clutched at her, and a low tormented groan ripped from him. Slowly he dropped to his knees until Sienna felt her bottom hit the floor.
She felt as if her whole body had turned to rubber. A.J.’s harsh breathing slowed to a more normal rhythm. With careful movements, he stood, pulling her up with him. Warm and drowsy, he carried her to her bed, settled her on the mattress, and lay down next to her. He kissed her forehead and pulled her body against his, needing to feel her hands on him.
A.J. finally became aware of Sienna’s choppy breathing and rolled them both to the side, unwilling to let her go completely. He had never experienced such heady pleasure with any other woman.
His vow not to let her get too close was gone. She’d already made a foray into his heart.
He closed his eyes as his arms wound around her. He wasn’t going to kid himself here; he knew there was no future for them. Sienna was wrapped up in his life right now. In the beginning, he’d joined this investigation because he’d needed her to find his brother. He’d thought this affair was going to be short and intense, and then it would be over. But he had to rearrange his thoughts. How could he reorder his life to keep her in it? She wasn’t someone he could leave and never see again. He was falling for her, and what made it worse, was that he knew it.
CHAPTER10
Sienna stood at the sliding glass doors, slowly working out the kinks in her sore shoulder. She’d left A.J. peacefully asleep while she enjoyed the blue twilight of early morning. Her apartment was unnaturally quiet, the stillness adding to the twisting feeling in her chest. Folding her arms against the chill, she rested her hip against the glass and watched the dark brew trickle into the carafe, the burble of the coffeemaker unnaturally loud in the perfect stillness.
She felt wonderful. Everything was under control. The investigation was going to break—she could feel it—the fitting for the wedding was taken care of, and she’d settled the issue of A.J. last night.
When the coffee was done, she pulled open the cupboard door and got out two mugs. She paused and looked at the two on the counter. How odd for her to take down two. It wasn’t like A.J. was here to drink the coffee just yet. Funny how it seemed so natural for her to plan for him.
Was that a bad sign that she was deluding herself about how orderly everything was?