Tonight when Sienna emerged from the second car I totally lost the ability to speak. She was wearing a black, lace dress that plunged down nearly to her navel. The length of the dress was almost illegal; there was no way in the world she would be able to bend over in that thing. Thankfully I wasn’t seated directly across from her at the table, otherwise I’d probably end up pulling her into the bathroom and ripping the damn dress off her.
Vanessa had organized tonight’s dinner at the Michelin star restaurant in the middle of the Eiffel Tower; it was one she had always wanted to visit. The views over Paris were spectacular. It was a romantic setting but instead of spending it with a hot date, I had to share it with my boys plus The Sons of Brooklyn guys; one big cozy, dysfunctional family dinner. The only thing to sour the taste of the delicious meal was that I had to watch Blake flirt with Charlotte all night. That little punk better stay away from her otherwise he is going to feel my fist in his face.
Noticing Sienna standing away from the group in a secluded alcove looking out over the city, I wondered what she was thinking about. Hopefully it wasn’t Sebastien. Fuck, she’s beautiful standing there in that dress. All I want to do is peel it off her body.
“You okay?” I ask, startling her.
“Paris is beautiful. Maybe after the tour, I might move here, I’ve always dreamed of living in Paris.”
This news shocked me; I assumed she would come back to LA with Vanessa. Shit, she’s single she has no one holding her back.
“Charlotte will be happy,” I responded, giving her a weak smile.
“You sure? I don’t want you to assume I’m using her,” Sienna snapped, her jade green eyes flashing fire at me.
“About this morning, I’m sorry,” I apologize, placing my hand over hers giving it a squeeze. The sparks I felt between us were electrifying. I knew she felt them too as she looked at our hands and then into my eyes.
Pulling her hand away and looking out over the city, she whispered, “I thought you knew me.”
“You’re right, I just … I don’t know, there’s something about you Sienna that scares the shit out of me.”
Finally, her eyes meet mine again.
“Did you get my present?” This afternoon I made sure that a box, filled with the most exquisite underwear from Agent Provocateur , was left on her bed. I wanted to make up for all the panties I had destroyed.
Sienna blushed, “Thank you for that, it was a beautiful surprise.”
At least she was smiling again.
Leaning in a little closer to me she whispered, “I’m wearing some of it now.”#p#分页标题#e#
Biting my lip I let out a groan. Oh, no she didn’t just tease me with that. Mentally flicking through the items I had purchased, I wondered what she had on. I was hoping it was the red lace set, no, no, not under that dress; it has to be the navy set.
“Really?”
She turned once again to look out over the city; I could see a smile forming on her lips.
Was she flirting with me? I stood there watching her for a moment; my palm twitching to touch her again. I needed to know what she had on underneath. Maybe just a taste, that couldn’t hurt could it? Moving in close towards her, she gasps as I press myself against her, pushing her into the metal rail. My lips tracing along her neck; it’s been way too long. I run my hand down the side of her body feeling her curves. My fingers skim the tops of her thighs where the hem of her dress falls. Sienna’s breathing quickens as my hands roam her body.
I waited a moment to see if she would protest before I continued my exploration. There was nothing but silence and our heavy breathing surrounding us. My fingers dip down between her legs skimming her heated center, tugging the sides of her g-string, I give it a quick flick, the material snapping against her skin.
“I hope you think of me when you wear them?”
As my fingers dip between her thighs again putting pressure against her with my knuckle, I can feel her heat against me.
“Evan,” she pants.
I let my finger slip underneath the thin fabric, lightly caressing her outer folds. “Do you realize how hard I was after choosing all that underwear, Sienna?” I let my fingers slip further, penetrating her wet center. “Each item reminded me of the ones I ripped off,” I breathe, into her ear while slowly moving my fingers back and forth through her slickness. “It reminded me of you on top, riding me, my mouth on your nipples, sucking them, biting them. Do you remember, Sienna?”
Sienna groaned.
My lips trail down her neck, her grip tightening on the rail with each thrust of my fingers inside of her. Tiny moans are coming from her, each one of them undoing me. “Do you remember, Sienna?” My fingers curl inside her, my thumb playing over her clit, her whole body starts to shake.