Leaning in, I smell her sweet scent and inhale deeply. My fingers latch onto her waist, obstructed by her bathrobe, and I wantnothing more than to pull at the belt and let the material fall away.
“What do you want for good behavior?” I ask behind her ears. “A new car? A new wardrobe? I’m already paying your grandmother’s bills. I thought that’d be compensation enough, but I’m willing to negotiate.”
“I want you awayfrom me.” Her tone's breathy now, like she’s not sure if she’s pissed or aroused.
“Then what?”
She doesn’t respond, giving me what I consider a free pass.
Sienna has to tell me no and mean it before I stop.
“Tell me what you want tonight, Sienna,” I say, running my digit along her naked skin. “Nothing is off the table.”
She doesn’t answer. Doesn’t even move.
In my world, silence is permission.
With one tug of her robe’s belt, the knot comes loose, and the soft fabric falls open just enough for me to feel shorts hugging her curvy hips.
Underneath all that attitude, she’s wearing practically nothing.
I hook my thumb beneath her waistband and feel her body stiffen as I await a jab to the ribs from her elbow.
It doesn’t come.
Her hands splay out flat against the surface like she needs something to hold her steady. She doesn’t say no or twist away; she just stands still, letting me push her a little further.
Another heartbeat passes, and my cock is hard under the towel still slung low on my hips. She has no idea what she does to me, standing here like this, fighting herself harder than she’s fighting me.
I’m here to test how far I can go to make my life easier.
I slowly move my hand lower, wanting her to feel every inch of the descent. I trail my knuckles between her legs, and when I feel her heat, I involuntarily clench my jaw.
She’s wet.
Fucking soaked.
She lets out a soft, strangled noise and pushes back into me without realizing it.
I grin.
That’s all it’ll take.
Her body is so worked up that this will benefit both of us.
My fingers slide over her slick folds, parting her gently and stroking her with maddening patience.
It takes but seconds for Sienna to start trembling. Her forehead rests against the wall like she’s trying desperately to maintain control.
Too late.
I cup her tighter, working slow, steady circles over her clit, and feeling her body twitch beneath my touch.
“Look at you,” I murmur, dragging my lips down the side of her neck. “Your mouth says to leave you alone, but this—” I stroke her deeper and more firmly “—is begging me to keep going.”
Her breath hitches. Her legs wobble.
Still, she doesn’t stop me.
