Electrified(63)

She had no clue how she deduced all this from a kiss, but she did. It was like her feminine senses were coming to full bloom with Carson.

He released Sienna’s mouth before she was ready. A small sigh escaped from her before she could get herself in check.

Obviously, I have no idea how to play hard to get.

So she simply said, “Hello.”

“Hi. I was hoping to see more of the Superwoman tee. You’re one hot superhero.”

Sienna smiled gently, the tenderness making its way to the slight creases at the corner of her eyes, and tried to quickly gather her thoughts. “This is truly me, comfy.”

Carson grinned down at her. “I think that’s what I like the most. You’re so different from the role you play onstage. Of course, like I told you last week, seeing you up there was the original attraction, but knowing you offstage is so much better. And the more I know, the more I want to learn.” He gathered her in his arms and dragged her toward him, filling the gap that had unfortunately opened between them, kissing her one more time before he moved comfortably around her personal dressing room.

The air whooshed from Sienna’s lungs. How was she ever going to control her feelings if Carson kept saying stuff like that to her? She knew she was blushing, and had no idea how to reply, so she didn’t. She stumbled over to her vanity and sat on the edge of the stool, observing the man roaming her space.

Carson made himself comfortable in her dressing room. He walked over to the little fridge that had been replenished and mixed Sienna a club soda and cranberry.

He remembers?

“Do you have much longer here tonight?” he asked after finding a spot for himself on the chaise. This time he lay fully back with his head on one end and extended his feet toward the other. He looked so adorable stretched out on the feminine piece of furniture. He also looked to be something else. Stretched out along the plum-colored velour, he appeared to be every bit as durable and strong as he was, and while Sienna didn’t fear for her body physically, her heart was a whole different matter.

Shoving any worries about her heart to the back of her mind, she answered, “I’m going to visit a little out on the floor before the weekend starts tomorrow. I promised some of the girls I would show my face. Then I’ll be done for the night.”

“I forgot you make rounds. I should go back out and grab a table and keep my eyes on you, make sure you don’t escape with anyone else. I was hoping to be your ride home tonight. I don’t want to lose that privilege.”

Sienna chuckled. As if she went home with anyone else, other than the one time she went with Carson. “You’re silly. You have to know by now I’m not looking for a ride home. I’m not even sure if I’m going to go with you. I have a routine, you know,” she said with a smile, teasing him, pleased that she was finally getting the hang of flirting.

Carson stood as she said this and pulled her in close. With one hand tight around her waist and the other threading through her hair, he stared straight into her eyes and spoke with authority. “I’m definitely driving you home tonight.”

That was all he said before laying a kiss on her. A long one. He pushed his tongue inside and made love to her mouth, plunging deep, feeling her from the inside out, and drawing her tongue out to play.

Sienna couldn’t help but return the favor, taking the chance to slip her much more delicate tongue into his mouth, exploring, encouraging, and wanting all he could give her.

I am so letting him take me home.

Carson was the first to pull away from the kiss, framing her face with his big, sturdy hands. “So, let’s get the show on the road. I’m heading out for a cocktail while you work your magic out in the club, but save something special for me.”

She walked him toward the door, speaking quietly, not facing him as she did. “I have to change my clothes, and I need to be out there for about forty-five minutes. Do you mind having your drink at the back bar? I don’t think I’ll be able to focus with you front and center,” she said while blushing once again. A stripper who constantly blushed…that was crazy.

Carson didn’t respond right away. Sienna worried he wasn’t going to sit in the back, and she really had no idea how she would entertain patrons with him in the same vicinity, let alone within eyesight. Then he pulled her around to face him, scanned her face, and said, “If that’s what you want, you got it. Should I pick you up out back in an hour?”

“Great. I’ll have Mike or Petey walk me out.”

Simple.



SHE WAS so goddamn striking as she moved among the tables, captivating the crowd, that Carson was having a hard time staying in his seat. Part of him, rather all of him, wanted to go complete caveman, pick Sienna up, carry her out, and keep her away from every other man in the room.