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“What’s up? Did you guys find out anything new?” Carson asked while wrapping his arm around Sienna’s waist, pulling her close to him as Asher moved away.

When did Carson become such an integral part of everything?

“Not much, man,” Mike said. “Looking into Sam Charles. He’s from back east. We’re going to head over to see him at his hotel now. See what the hell he wants.”

Carson nodded. “That’s good. I’m going to take Sienna home. Make sure she’s safe, let her relax.” He didn’t let up his hold on her. She was tucked tight inside his arm with no chance of escape.

Sienna couldn’t make sense of all the men in her life currently making decisions for her well-being. She sort of liked it, even though she told herself when she ran from Brooklyn, she would never allow anyone to make decisions for her again.

This was new. Men being worried if she was all right, touching her in a compassionate way, and making her feel safe and warm.

Not letting her mind get the better of her, but following her heart, Sienna said good night to Asher and Mike, and headed toward the back door with Carson.

As he was helping her in the car, Carson ran his hand down Sienna’s side, settling on her hip, moving on and giving a little squeeze to her thigh. It was so primitive, yet endearing all the same.

She might have even sighed before Carson jumped in the driver’s seat and sped them into the dark Vegas night toward her home.

After parking in her driveway, it was obvious Carson assumed he was coming inside and not just walking her to the door. She couldn’t blame him; she made the same assumption. She couldn’t go to his room on the Strip where he was staying, and their date was cut short earlier. They both obviously wanted more time together.

The difference was time together in Sienna’s home was way more intimate than in a coffee shop, a restaurant, or a private gaming room. Scary in ways Sienna wasn’t ready to admit.

As much as she wanted to deny it, Sienna wanted Carson to come in and be very intimate. Just a few more days; that was all she wanted. She’d been celibate for so long, but now she wanted to experience it all: love, lust, touching both soft and rough, sex, making love, and whatever else Carson brought her way.

Sienna poured Carson a drink from her bar while she let a pot of decaffeinated coffee brew. She needed something warm to relax her, and her inhibitions were already wild with abandon so much so that she didn’t need alcohol.

When she handed Carson the tumbler of scotch, he took a sip and set it down, pulling Sienna in for a long kiss while holding her tight to his strong frame. His arms wrapped all the way around her, pulling her into his strength, heating her, and making her feel secure.

His mouth began to explore hers, compelling her to take, and teasing her to give back. He tasted like his usual, a combination of scotch and mint. It was the strangest, sexiest, and most divine mix of hot and cold as his tongue delved into her mouth, pulling hers out to play. All of Carson’s wants and desires ran through her body straight from his tongue teasing hers. She could feel a current running between them, pulling their bodies together, and stretching her imagination with the possibilities.

Sienna leaned away and simply looked at Carson, running her hand down the back of his hair, and trying to gauge if he felt it, too. She bit her lower lip as she took him in, trying to determine what he ultimately wanted. Finally, she lowered her head to his chest and rested it above his heart, listening to its even beat. She was quiet because she was afraid if she spoke, she would spill her heart out, tell him everything, and reveal her whole sordid story.

She was so overwhelmed with feelings, both physical and emotional, Sienna needed a moment to gather herself. It appeared Carson understood this and was willing to give it to her. He just stood there quietly while rubbing her back, smoothing her hair while she collected her thoughts.

They were so in sync, it was hard to believe there were so many lies on her part. She had never felt more connected to someone. Imagine what it would feel like if he could really know her. Know Lila. Would their relationship be even stronger? Or would the revelations shatter anything they had?

Somewhere in her mind, she had the fleeting thought that Carson knew she was hiding something big, but he liked her anyway. Maybe his detective skills picked up on her abusive background and he was letting her keep that to herself?

She doubted it. Carson seemed like the type of man who met a conflict head-on without thinking twice. She didn’t see him as the type to allow her to bottle that inside her if he thought for a second it existed.

Never before had she wished she could be Lila, put her whole past behind her, and move on with this man for however long it lasted as her real self.