Electrified(89)

Sienna’s back arched and her body shifted, lifting her butt, begging Carson to be one with her, to make her feel whole.

Fool, falling for him. Completely, totally, irrevocably.

There was nothing she could do to stop herself from grinding back on him, and when he finally pushed inside her, staying there as he pumped in and out at an urgent pace, blanketing her back with his body, bringing his arm around her middle, lifting her higher so he could go deeper, Sienna was certain there was nothing she could do to stop from falling into the abyss known as Carson.

Right before her orgasm exploded through her, he turned her head to the side so he could quiet her screams with his mouth. Together, the two of them came, and then he bundled her in his arms and sat her down on his lap on the couch, holding her tight, not allowing anything to spoil the moment.

He was still touching her, rubbing softly down her back, kissing her lips tenderly while looking right through her with a look that said he felt as overwhelmed as she did. That was how the two of them stayed until she had to get ready to dance again.

The second time onstage for the evening, bubbling over with sex and the peace from her own orgasm, Sienna did fully strip out of her nightie all the way down to her bra and thong, taking the crowd to unparalleled heights with her moves. She taunted the audience with slow gyrations of her hips as she worked the pole, but kept her eyes glued on Carson in anticipation of what they might do later.

As the fast-paced pop song blared through the club, she lost track of her fears and shook her shoulders with reckless abandon as the pressures of the last seven years slipped away. For a few minutes, she was only Sienna Flower, exactly as she had created her to be, but without a dark and hidden past.

She was a carefree stripper who was having fun tormenting all the men with hard-ons, watching with their tongues hanging out. She was a girl who liked a boy. She was a woman who was free to explore what the possibilities might be with a man. She was a lust-filled, hot-blooded, independent woman who couldn’t wait to get her man home. And that was what she did as soon as she finished on the stage.

Carson didn’t disappoint. When he brought her home, he relaxed her with a bath and coffee like the night before, growing the expectation for what was to come while he lathered each inch of her body with soap, and then he proceeded to keep her up all night, giving her pleasure she’d never even dreamed of. After what seemed like hours of positions she didn’t even know existed, Sienna relished in the way he made gentle love to her before they both drifted off to sleep.

Before sleep took them, Carson snuggled her into him like the night before, their legs entwined, a delicious soreness settling throughout her body as his hand wrapped in her long blonde locks.

He opened his mouth, then took in a breath before he said, “Sienna, honey, I need to go back to the East Coast again for three or four days tomorrow. I wish I could put it off, but I can’t.” He spoke softly, tenderly, as if the words were painful, even for a grown man.

Unable to open the dam of emotions she was feeling, Sienna only replied, “Shh, let’s not ruin this perfect moment.”





Sunday



THE NEXT morning, over coffee standing on the edge of Sienna’s patio overlooking the garden, Carson brought all her mixed emotions back to the surface when he tried to talk about his trip. It was midmorning, and the sun made his black hair shine. She couldn’t help running her hands through it while she said, “It’s all right. You’ve got to do what you’ve got to do.”

As do I.

Standing face-to-face, she focused her thumb on the tiny spot of gray along his temple, thinking it only made him more handsome, rugged, and full of experience in life. All of which she wished he could share with her forever.

“I really wish I could stay and work from here, but I can’t. I’m going to try and wrap this up as quickly as I can, and then come back and spend a whole month with you. Wouldn’t that be fun?” He slid behind her, placing their mugs down on the ground, forcing them to look out at the rocky terrain, then wound his arms tight around her middle while leaning over her side to plant a kiss on her cheek.

While her heart sank knowing she wouldn’t be here for that, Sienna couldn’t let on about her plan. She leaned back into his embrace and lifted her arms behind her, sifting her fingers through his hair. It was a quiet and contemplative moment between a man and woman considering what may or may not lie ahead of them.

After they finished their brief solace, Carson swiftly lifted Sienna and flung her over his shoulders. “Let’s go back to bed and stay there until you have to go to the Tunnel. I want to soak up my fill of you.”