In a moment of sheer and utter weakness, Sienna said, “I’ve never had that, had someone do that to me.” There had never been a man wanting only to please her, feel her inside out, and make her scream with passion.
“Can I?”
Embarrassed, she nodded her head, but kept her eyes lowered, not wanting him to see the heat in them.
Carson didn’t wait for her to reconsider. His hand was back roaming her body, this time against her bare skin. He dipped under her tank, and as he was fervently kissing Sienna, nibbling on her neck and ear, and pushing his hardness into her side, she was electrified.
It was like a little sparkler crackling in the wind and setting off sparks. A firefly zooming in the dark and lighting up the sky. A wire cut loose and sparking from each and every touch.
His hand slid deeper inside her yoga pants, brushing past her totally bald mound, right to where she was throbbing and pulsating with energy.
Oh God, his thumb was softly teasing her most sensitive spot, at the front of her core while his other finger slipped deep inside her. She’d never felt anything like this, and she was pretty sure she was going to combust. At the very least, she was going to have an orgasm within two minutes of him touching her, and that was flat-out sad.
She couldn’t let him know how desperate she was for his touch.
Sienna did her best to control her reactions. She kept her eyes closed, partly shy about what was happening, but mostly afraid to wake up from this dream.
“Open your eyes so I can see how beautiful you look when you come,” was all Carson had to say, and Sienna obliged him on both accounts.
It was as though he could sense she was holding back, so he kept plunging forward, taking her pleasure higher, strumming her inside, playing her nub, taking her to the brink, and then Sienna exploded. She let out a moan while her body shivered hot and cold everywhere. An unknown yet intimate feeling rushed through her spine, seeping out into her whole body, leaving little tingles everywhere it touched.
From just his hand. She thought she wouldn’t be able to have real sex with Carson, or she’d pass out.
Should I touch him now?
Sienna’s thoughts were all over the place when Carson moved back up to gently kiss her. “Nothing more beautiful than watching you do that for me, and know you never did it for anyone else.” He flashed the most panty-melting smile.
Was it that obvious?
Sienna had no idea how to respond. Shouldn’t she return the favor? Pleasure him with her hand or mouth? She was thankful when Carson kept talking.
“Let’s get you tucked in. I’ve got an early morning, and as much as I don’t want to leave, I have to. Otherwise, I won’t be a gentleman for too much longer.” This time, his smile was a touch more devilish.
“Oh. Are you sure? Did I do something wrong?” Sienna wasn’t sure whether to be appreciative with his sudden gentlemanly departure, or sadly disappointed.
“No, honey. Nothing wrong. I’m having a hard time cooling my jets, and I don’t want to rush this. Or you.” Carson’s smile softened, and he brushed a lock of hair out of her face.
“Okay. I’m going to lock up after you go and get ready for bed,” she said, still wondering if this was normal or unusual, although it wasn’t like he’d fucked her and left.
Was he being kind, or does he really not want to get involved with such an inexperienced woman? He didn’t even get any pleasure himself. What the hell do I know?
Reading her mind, he said, “Sienna, don’t think I didn’t enjoy tonight, a little too much. I want to go before I can’t, before my desires get the best of me.”
Sienna decided to act nonchalant when she was anything but that. She lowered her lashes and said, “Good night. Have a safe trip back east and a good work week.”
Carson lifted her chin, and the electricity running between the two of them was like lightning in the sky. Staring straight into each other’s faces, there was absolutely nothing nonchalant about it. Instead there was an intensity and attraction that Sienna had never experienced before. She’d heard about it, but never believed it existed.
“Can I call you?” he asked. “Keep you up-to-date on when I’ll be back?”
With a small breath of relief, she answered, “Yes,” for the millionth time that evening.
Yes, Carson. Lead me to my death.
What was she agreeing to? A convenient hookup, bragging rights to have slept with Sienna Flower, or something more? No. The powerful pull between them was palpable, alive, moving at its own speed. It was nothing close to convenient.
“Good night, then,” she said again, trying to avoid her thoughts while walking toward the door. Carson swept her hair behind her neck one more time and landed a bonus kiss on her lips. Not open-mouthed, but just as decadent.