He reached for the condoms – to her immense relief – and opened one up with his teeth. His eyes held hers as he reached down and stretched it over his length, his eyes still on hers as he came back to the bed and slowly dragged her undies down her legs. Sienna shivered. Because he didn’t move fast.
Nope.
Not fast, at all.
His palms seemed to inch over her bare legs, sending goosebumps trailing over her at the ghostly light touch, so she arched her back and writhed with hunger. ‘Aiden, I need you.’
His smile was tense. Like he was holding on by a thread.
She totally understood.
Madness was spiralling between them, thick and heavy.
He dropped the scrap of lace on the floor and then stood again, to look at her. To really look. Just like she’d been feasting her eyes on him before.
‘Where’s my show?’ he asked, a joke in his tone, as he nodded towards the door.
She laughed softly, though inwardly, she couldn’t think of anything worse than leaving the bed, because it would delay what she now wanted more than she’d ever wanted any damned thing in her life.
‘Okay,’ she said, though, pushing up to sitting, then wriggling to the end of the bed and hopping off it. With the same exaggeratedly seductive swagger he’d employed, she wiggled her hips and walked towards the door, performing a pirouette there, before returning halfway across the room and posing like a supermodel in a shoot. One hand on her hip, then bending forward and blowing him a kiss.
He swore again, the word torn from him, and neither of them was laughing when he stalked across to her and dragged her body against his, lifting her this time to wrap her legs around his waist as he carried her not back to the bed, but rather, to the wall beside it.
Another curse, as he shifted her weight and positioned her so his cock was at her entrance, his strength an easy match for her weight, the wall helping support her as he moved his mouth to her breast and tormented it anew. It was Sienna who shifted though, pushing herself down, using the grip her heels had on his lower back to pull herself lower, to draw him deep – so, so deep – inside of her on a rush of need and hunger.
They both froze, going completely still as her muscles squeezed around him, and his length jerked inside. As she got used to the way he felt. Bigger. Different. New. The same.
‘Sienna.’ It wasn’t a curse, but he said it like it was. He said it dirty and dark. Angry and delirious.
‘Fuck me,’ she implored, tilting her head back and staring at the ceiling. ‘Please.’
He laughed then, but it was a strained sound, like he was barely, just barely, holding on, and she totally understood.
‘Seeing as you asked so nicely,’ he said, moving to kiss her, his tongue lashing hers as he began to thrust inside her, scuttling absolutely everything she ever thought she knew about the world into a thousand different directions. Nothing, and she meant nothing, made sense any more, and she wasn’t sure she even cared.
16
‘Oh my God.’ Sienna’s eyes flew open at the same moment she became aware of Aiden’s arm thrown casually across her chest, and one of his legs entangled with hers. Of the fact they were both naked in her bed. As memories seemed to explode inside her brain like fireworks at a fair. ‘Aiden!’ She rolled over quickly, catching the moment he woke up in response to her plaintive cry. ‘We fell asleep.’
He didn’t look remotely concerned. ‘Are you surprised?’ His dark brows shot up and her stomach squished in on itself.
No, come to think of it. She wasn’t. They’d spent several hours reacquainting themselves with one another’s bodies. So much for an itch that needed to be scratched, she thought. This was more like the chicken pox, a whole-body rash that they couldn’t get enough of rubbing down. Proof in point, just looking across at him now and she felt anticipation building inside of her in tingly, toe-curling waves.
Down, girl.
‘You need to go.’
He glanced at her, then reached behind her for her phone. ‘It’s not even seven.’
‘Yeah, but people will be up already.’
‘So?’
‘So,’ she said, emphatically, ‘they’ll see you leaving my room.’
‘I stayed in your room the night before last, and you didn’t seem to care who saw me leave.’
‘Yes, but we hadn’t had sex then,’ she pointed out, aware of the illogic of that.
