Which was why, when Vivian caught herself imagining what it would feel like to kiss Sienna—if her breath tasted like tequila, if her hands would reach up to tangle in Vivian’s hair or slide down to squeeze her ass—the walk to Sienna’s tent felt endless.
When they finally reached the tent, Sienna detached herself from Vivian, dug into her pocket, and swiped the door open with a keycard. She muttered something that sounded like thank you and then headed inside.
Good. Sienna was safe. Vivian’s job was done.
Except… the door had been left open. Given where they were, that was just asking for trouble.
Any animal could march right in there and attack Sienna while she slept. The right thing to do would be to close the door. But then again, she also had an obligation to make sure Sienna was safe. Drunk people often needed help getting into bed.
Vivian followed her in. “Let me get you something to drink,” she said. “You’re going to need it.” She crossed to the mini-fridge, pulled out a small bottle of cranberry juice, and twisted the cap. “Do you have any Tylenol you can take?”
Sienna didn’t respond, and Vivian suddenly had a mental image of Sienna drowning in her own vomit. She spun around so quickly that she nearly lost her balance.
But Sienna wasn’t on her bed. She wasn’t drowning in her own vomit.
Instead, she was standing right in front of Vivian, naked. Her dress was puddled at her ankles. Her hair was no longer styled halfway up; it was loose around her shoulders. Her small and perky breasts swayed as she stepped closer.
Every rational thought fled the room. Vivian blinked. Once. Twice. This had to be some sort of mirage. Maybe that pink drink had some sort of hallucinogen in it, and she was tripping. That was the only explanation.
But then Sienna took another step closer, and Vivian could see the faint freckles scattered across her chest, the rise and fall of her breath, the gleam of her eyes as she looked at Vivian.
“What… what are you—” Vivian started, but the rest of the words never made it out of her mouth because Sienna was suddenly right there. She threw her arms around Vivian’s neck, pressed her mouth to Vivian’s, and slipped her tongue between her lips. She tugged at the lapels of Vivian’s blazer, fumbled at the buttons, and then gave up when none came loose. She did all this in a matter of seconds. So quickly, Vivian barely had time to process what the hell was going on. And when she did, when her mind finally made sense of this, her first coherent thought was that it was time to leave.
Yes, Vivian should definitely leave.
And she would’ve. But her feet weren’t listening, and neither were her hands. Her fingers somehow found their way to Sienna’s hips. “This,” she said, all breathy and hot, but she cut herself off. The only thing she should say out loud was goodbye.
Instead, her hands moved to cup Sienna’s breasts. She let her thumbs swipe over her hardened nipples. Then she rolled them between her fingers. She imagined sucking them between her teeth, but the logistics of it would mean she would have to guide Sienna toward the bed first, and as much as she wanted to do that, she knew she shouldn’t. She couldn’t. This was a big, fat mistake, and she had to stop it. She was going to stop it… but then Sienna kissed her neck again. And moved her lips lower until she reached Vivian’s shoulder, and Vivian couldn’t help herself. She moved her hands further down, skimming overSienna’s bare stomach. Then her hips. And even lower. She told herself to stop, commanded it even, but it seemed Vivian was incapable of listening to that little voice in her head.
When she found Sienna’s center, it was deliciously wet. Sienna spread her legs a little wider, and of course Vivian couldn’t stop then. It would be unfair of her. Rude even. She dragged two fingers through Sienna’s slick folds and considered whether or not to lift Sienna onto the small kitchen counter and bury her head between her legs or take her to the bed and do the same thing.
But then Sienna moaned so loudly when Vivian’s fingers hit her clit, it felt like the tent shook. And that was all it took for Vivian’s senses to snap back like an elastic band.
She stepped back so quickly that the change from hot to cold was like stepping out of a sauna straight into a walk-in freezer.
Sienna looked confused. “What’s wrong?”
“You’re drunk,” Vivian said. But that wasn’t a good enough reason. “And even if you weren’t drunk, this is a mistake.”
“It’s not.”
“It is,” Vivian said, backing away. She was ready to get the hell out of there and forget this ever happened. The smell of Sienna’s shampoo seemed to have stuck to the tiny hairs in her nose. “I have to go.”
But she didn’t, because leaving Sienna now, in this state, felt just as irresponsible as it had felt before. She exhaled sharply and pressed her palms to her thighs.
Fine. She’d stay.
But just long enough to convince Sienna to put on her pajamas, get into bed, and go to sleep. It wasn’t like she would remember anything tomorrow anyway.
Chapter Ten
Sienna was mortified.
She wasn’t sure about exactly what, at least not yet. But her body clearly knew. Her mouth tasted like she’d gargled pennies. Her skull felt like it had survived a war. And her body ached in the same way it had after her first half Iron Man years ago. Except she hadn’t run last night. Or swum. At least not that she could remember.
She rolled over in bed and clutched the pillow to her chest. She inhaled deeply, hoping a little oxygen was all she needed to get over this, but before she could even exhale, the memories came back. Though not all at once. They arrived in waves. First came the taste of the sunrise jackal, the popular tequila cocktail with a hint of orange liqueur and grenadine. Then came Vivian, politely leading her back to her tent. Why had she done that? Sienna couldn’t quite remember the interaction. She also couldn’t quite remember if she’d invited Vivian into her tent or if the host had just dropped her off before—
Fuck!
