We fall into a comfortable silence, the hot tub humming softly as steam rises between us. She stretches her legs farther, her toes brushing the outside of my thigh. A shiver rolls down my spine.
Sienna takes another sip of her cocktail, then holds it out to me. “Want to try some?”
I take it, our fingers brushing. Bringing the straw to my lips, I instantly cough when the liquid hits my throat. It’s stronger than the one I had earlier—tequila and lime this time.
Sienna laughs when she takes it back. “It’s fun, right? I asked them not to go gentle with the tequila. And well… as you can tell, they didn’t.”
“Fun…” I echo, looking her directly in the eyes. “That’s the rule, right?”
She nods, eyes drifting up to the stars. “Fun only. No feelings. No… complications.”
I watch the way the moonlight catches her lashes. “You say that like it’s easy.”
“It’s meant to be,” she replies, glancing back at me, searching my face. “Isn’t it for you?”
I hesitate. I could lie. Tell her it’s easy. But it isn’t… not really. It’s complicated in a way I can’t put into words right now.
“It’s… manageable.” I finally say.
Sienna laughs softly, and another silence stretches between us, longer this time. She sets the pineapple on the edge, then moves closer until the space between us disappears. Her kneepresses firmly against my thigh, and another bolt of heat shoots straight through me.
She looks at me, eyes dark and a little uncertain, her voice dropping to a whisper. “You keep saying ‘manageable,’ but you don’t look like a man who’s managing anything.”
I swallow the lump in my throat. “I’m not.”
Her head tilts. “Then what are you?”
“Wanting.”
Her breath catches. “Wanting what?”
I let my hand drift up through the water, fingertips grazing her arm. She shivers. “More than this,” I say quietly.
I never thought I’d admit it out loud. I’ve known this woman for barely five days, and she’s already doing something to me no one else ever has. She’s making me feel things I didn’t expect. Want things I never planned for.
It might just be vacation chemistry.
I might just be one horny motherfucker after being celibate for months.
But whatever the fuck is happening right now, it’s happening because of her.
She looks at me, diverts her gaze toward the moon for a heartbeat, then our eyes connect again. For a split second, she hesitates, breath catching like she’s still fighting the last thread of restraint. Then her expression shifts—something wild and decisive flashing in her eyes.
“Fuck it.” She breathes.
And then she moves. Not slowly. Not tentatively. She pushes forward, water swirling around her as she straddles my lap. Her knees sink into the seat on either side of my hips, her body pressing flush against mine.
The thin fabric of her bikini top does nothing to hide how hard her nipples are against my chest. My hands find her waistinstinctively, fingers digging into her hips to steady her… to steady myself.
Before I can process anything, her mouth crashes into mine. The kiss isn’t gentle. It’s teeth-clashing, desperate, hungry—lips catching and tongues tangling like we’ve both been starving for this. Her hands cup my face, fingers threading into my hair, pulling me closer like she can’t get deep enough.
I groan into her mouth and kiss her back with everything I’ve been holding in for days. My tongue finds hers, tasting pineapple, tequila, and her.
It’s not enough.
It’s never going to be enough.
Sliding one hand up her back, fingers splayed between her shoulder blades, I press her closer to me. My other hand rests on her hip, my thumb brushing the edge of her bikini bottom as she shivers.
