He stared at her, that same tortured expression on his face. ‘You don’t.’
‘How do you know?’
‘Sienna—’
The warning note in his voice tipped her over. Irritated and impatient, she lifted a finger to his lips. ‘I’m going to kiss you. If you really don’t want this to go any further, walk away right now. Otherwise, stop making excuses and give us what we both want.’
‘You want—’
‘To be treated like a consenting adult, capable of making up my own mind about what I do and don’t want. If you don’t want me,then have the guts to say as much.’
Surprise showed in his face and she waited—somehow—for three seconds, before she reached up and put a hand to the back of his head, drawing him closer. When they kissed, it was like the bursting of a dam wall; passion threatened to drown them both, and relief was a flood inside Sienna’s chest. She knew she’d been right.
‘Come with me.’ She laced her fingers through his and pulled before either of them could give this a second thought.