Lila wanted it all…fun, sex, bedroom talking, hand-holding, kissing, and she was already starting to push down the barriers set up around Sienna.
She felt like she had a split personality, as if her life were one big role. She played Sienna, adult dancer, stripper, the face of the Las Vegas underground, all the time. Yet Lila was simmering just below the surface, bubbling to come out a little bit. Lila wanted a full, sweet, good life. Sienna accepted what she had—a few friends, house, car, business—and made the best of it.
The Lila who had run away from an awful existence, looking for safety, security, and just a little bit of sweetness, needed to be tucked away, protected, and not be let out. For her own good.
But can I have just a tiny bit of fun?
Sienna took her drink from Carson and sipped slowly. She decided to take it down a notch and try for some conversation. “Cheers,” she said as she clinked glasses with Carson. He’d poured himself a scotch, which amused her. That was what Asher drank when he popped over.
Carson gave a little nod, concurring with the sentiment, and knocked back his whole drink.
“You’re welcome to have another one.”
“No thanks. I just needed a little something to cool me down after that kiss,” he replied as he pushed a few stray hairs behind her ear, caressing her cheek when he was finished.
“I don’t drink much. Being lucid is better for my occupation, so my body isn’t used to it. But it doesn’t bother me if you do.”
“I’m good. Are you good? Is this okay? Because I want to kiss you again.” His eyes darkened, waiting for her reaction.
Sienna looked down. “It’s all good. I’ve been honest so far, so I should tell you that I’ve never had a kiss like that before.” She ran circles on her thigh with her free hand, staring at her action as though it was fascinating. She looked up at him when he started talking again.
“Let me be honest, too. I haven’t either,” Carson said, right before he went in for the kill. Or the kiss, depending on how one looked at it.
This time, he didn’t start slow. The kiss was demanding, seeking, and punishing in a good, marvelously good way. Carson slid his hands down Sienna’s back and up again, massaging her muscles, finally sliding one hand to her side. He caressed the side of her breast with his thumb, gentle strokes up and down, round and round, then more up and down while holding her tight against him with his other arm still curved around her back.
Sienna felt a carnal need she had no idea even existed within her. She was flush with want and wet between her legs, yet had no idea what to do next. Did she want to encourage Carson to move faster? Slow down? She had no idea.
Natural instinct propelled her to push her hands through the hair at the nape of Carson’s neck, pulling him closer, indulging further in the kissing, and letting him lead the way.
Carson pulled away and took her drink, which was somewhat precariously resting against her leg on the couch, and set it on the coffee table. Then he gently nudged Sienna back into the couch, sliding next to her, not quite on top of her, but as near as they could get to each other. He lay down on his side, propped up on his elbow, bicep bulging and beckoning her to touch or lick, and ran his hand gloriously along her body, his assault continuing on her back, side, and breasts. He touched her lightly all over, setting little burning fires along the way.
His hand didn’t stop at Sienna’s breast on his latest lap over her body. Instead it dipped down farther, gliding over her stomach, settling right between her legs. Sienna was still fully clothed, but just feeling his hand on top of her heat through her pants nearly set her off.
Set her off for what? She didn’t know. She’d never had an orgasm with a man, but she was pretty sure she was about to have one from a little heavy petting.
Sienna gave a tiny moan, something else she’d never experienced before. It escaped without warning. Immediately, she clapped her hand over her mouth, trying to stifle the sound.
Weren’t girls supposed to play hard to get? Here she was giving away all her secrets, letting Carson know precisely how excited she was by his touch, his presence, his kiss.
As if he knew she was becoming uncomfortable, Carson stopped and locked eyes with Sienna. He moved his hand back up, leaving her cold and lonely.
“I don’t want to go too fast, but I really want to touch you all over at the same time. My heart is pounding and my mind is racing, and all I want to do is please you.”
Confused, Sienna said, “But you were touching me.”
“No, touch you. Touch you underneath this. I want to please you, let this be all about you,” he said while stroking her on top of her layers of clothing.