“No.” Then I kiss her.
It’s not like earlier; all heat and too much. It’s slower and deeper, the kind of kiss that plants a flag and saysthis is ours.She rises into it, hands sliding up my chest to my neck, fingers finding that place at my nape that short-circuits every rational thought I’ve ever had. I angle her head and take more, then ease back, and take again—a rhythm that feels like breathing.
Her lips part. A little sound, my favorite, catches in her throat. I swallow it and press her to the door I just locked against the world, and for a second, I’m grateful for every inch of wood and steel that separates us from anyone who thinks they have a vote.
When we finally break for air, her forehead rests against mine.
“Okay,” she whispers, a smile ghosting across her mouth. “That… doesn’t feel like practice.”
“Good,” I say, and kiss her again.
NINE
Sienna
Heath’s handsgrip my hips, and the next thing I know, he’s lifting me into the air. My legs wrap around his waist automatically, and I cling to him as he walks.
“I’ve got you,” he grunts against my mouth as he carries me up the stairs and into our bedroom.
We stumble onto the bed, and I gasp as Heath kisses me harder, his lips moving against mine roughly as he licks his way into my mouth. His hand cradles my face, and he angles my head so that he can kiss me deeper.
His muscular body presses me into the mattress, and I moan as he settles between my legs, his hard cock rubbing against me in the best way. My body feels like I’m burning alive, and all I want to do is strip off our clothes and grind against him like I did the other morning.
“What do you need, baby?” Heath pants against my lips.
“You. I just need you. With no clothes.”
He jumps off the bed and starts to strip.
“What about you?” I ask him. “What do you want?”
“You. Naked. Begging me to fuck you harder.”
My mouth drops open, and my face flames with a blush.
Can I do this?
God, yes. I want Heath. I want him more than anything.
He pulls off his shirt, and I crawl off the bed, peeling my dress over my head and dropping it to the floor. I kick off my heels, sending them flying across the room, and I look at Heath.
He stares at me with heated eyes from across the bed, and I swallow hard as I take him in. His pants are unbuttoned and half unzipped, like he was stripping and got distracted.
By me,I realize.
A sprinkle of hair covers his chest, and my eyes follow his happy trail to the waistband of his boxers. His abs ripple as he shifts on his feet.
I gulp.What must he think of me?
I cross my arms self-consciously over my stomach.
Heath frowns at the movement. “Fucking hell,” he grunts.
I stare at him. “What?”
“You. Just… Jesus, baby. I’ve never seen anything sexier in my life.”
“Really?” I ask in disbelief.
