It was a raw need, but it must mean something.
There were the little things, too. His fast-driving, enigmatic personality, and the way he made her club soda and cranberry after only knowing her a week. He represented all the sweetness and tenderness she didn’t think she’d ever have in life. She was going to take a little taste of life’s finer things, whether it was good for her or not.
Just a taste, and then she was going to make a new plan on how to survive.
For now, she was going to take it all in. Especially since at the moment, Carson had her tucked into his side and was planting kisses along her neck while his hands made their way down her body. Way down.
He slipped his hands into her pants, roaming her ass, pulling her against his hardness, and showing her his own body’s response. She wanted to be even closer, naked, touching in every way possible, a brand new want and desire for her.
She was practically naked every night at work, but for the first time she really wanted to be truly naked, stripped of any pretense with everything off, all the way down to her soul. She lifted herself a few inches and whispered, “Let’s go to my room.”
Carson stopped what he was doing and took a long, hard look at her. He scanned her face as if trying to determine if she really meant it, making her want it, whatever it was, even more. She gave a little nod, encouraging him to move from making out on the couch to the unknown in her bedroom.
He stood up and bent over, holding out his hand for Sienna’s, then he paused and allowed her to lead him down the hall to her room, where she’d never brought a man.
When Carson got to the threshold, he stopped for a moment and pulled her close, searching for clues, gauging her feelings, making sure she wasn’t second-guessing asking him to her bedroom. He smoothed her hair, massaging her temple with his thumb, and delved deep into what felt like her mind, body, and soul to be sure she was truly okay with this decision.
WHAT THE fuck am I doing? I should be through her bedroom door and deep inside her already, Carson thought. Balls deep inside her, yet here I am staring at her and checking in, making sure she’s okay with moving forward.
Since Carson picked Sienna up at the club, his plans to get inside her and get her the hell out of his system were out the window. Rational thinking had left the building, and he knew one thing for sure—this was bad. Not bad in the sense that he was finally going to take his time and savor the woman who had been the one and only focus of his fantasies for weeks, but not good because he wasn’t a get-involved type.
But there was such a difference between the Sienna who roamed the club making guys practically cream in their pants, and the Sienna who showed up at the back door waiting for him. The fantasy Sienna was just that. A fantasy.
This Sienna was a whole different kind of dream. The real Sienna was passionate and hesitant all at the same time. She had such flavor for fantasy and all things sexual onstage, yet she had this innocence in real life when she was stripped of the glittery thongs.
Fucking Christ.
He wanted her in the worst possible way, but also wanted it to be good for her. He didn’t want it to ever end for him. He should stop, leave, go back east and never look back, but he knew as sure as his dick was rock hard, he couldn’t do that.
With a quick glance at her face, taking the time to massage her temple, touching the smoothness of her hair, and checking in, he moved toward the bed. He set her down gently, even though his instinct was to take her hard and fast.
Her hair fanned out around her on the pillow as he laid her down, a blanket of soft, silky golden locks that he wanted to rub all over his body. She was a sight. He pulled off her yoga pants, revealing nothing underneath. Just beautiful, soft skin still shimmering from her special lotion, and between her legs, where she was completely waxed smooth, glowed with wetness for him.
Carson knew her core would be tight and would invariably hold him captive. Not just his dick, but his mind. He wanted in there, to stay, but first he wanted a taste. The way Sienna stared up at him with starry blue eyes, he got the sense this was a new experience for her.
He liked that, but he couldn’t understand it. She was a stripper. He had to keep reminding himself of that fact. She seemed so real, vibrant, and alive in the moment, as if everything was fresh to her.
For the second time in minutes, Carson had to drag himself away from his contradicting thoughts and focus on what was in front of him. Sienna naked, glistening everywhere, and ready for him.
He left his pants on and lay down next to her, massaging her breast with one hand, the other turning her head toward him for a kiss. He didn’t kiss her for long. He couldn’t wait. He swirled his tongue one last time in her mouth, pulling the softest, most feminine moan from her before breaking away.