The Hookup Handbook(42)
She holds my gaze, and for a second, I see something in her eyes I don’t think I’ve seen before. Fear. And seeing that in her, even if just a flicker, is enough to snap me out of my daze.
She turns away, shaking her head and staring at the floor. “It’s nothing.”
“Hold on a second, it’s not nothing. Where did you go?” I bring my face level with hers, my heart rate picking up speed.
My mind starts cataloging what I did wrong. Did I pressure her to come here? Did I misread things between us? Is this not what she wanted after all?
She stays silent, running her fingers through her hair.
“Look, Sienna, I’m sorry if I misread things or made you feel like you had no choice but to come here. I thought . . . well, fuck, I don’t know if I thought as much as I felt, but if any part of you doesn’t want this, I hope you know we don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for.”
Her hands drop from her face, her eyes wide with disbelief. “Do you really think I’m spineless? There’s no way in hell I’d be here if I didn’t want to be.”
“What is it, then?”
“For starters, you’re my boss, so that’s already such a freaking cliché. Not to mention my brother will shit a goddamned brick if he ever finds out about us. And, oh yeah, I know you haven’t been ‘in the game’ for a few weeks, but you’re still a professional escort, so it’s only a matter of time until you get bored with me and move on to someone else.”
Stunned, I stare at her. Okay, not exactly what I was expecting.
“Is that really what you’re worried about? That I could get bored with you?”
She looks away again, shrugging and tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “It’s not like we’re exactly on equal footing.”
“Did I do or say something to make you think I didn’t enjoy the last time?”
“Well, no, but—”
“Because I did. I really, really fucking did. You want to know the truth? You blew my mind. I haven’t stopped thinking about you since that night. It’s been torture going this long without you. Do you know how many times I’ve wanted to kiss you or pull you into my arms this week?”
Sienna softens, her brows knitting together as she presses her mouth to mine.
I hold her in my lap as we kiss, and as good as I normally am at reading women, I’ve got to admit, she’s confusing me. One minute we’re laughing, the next she’s pulling away, and now we’re kissing. I realize reading Sienna is different because she’s not a client. That’s all so practiced for me, but this is anything but. This is real, and messy, and confusing. And I wouldn’t trade this for anything in the world.
As eager as her sweet kisses are, I need to be sure she’s ready for this.
“Angel?” I groan, putting a couple of inches between us.
Sienna smiles softly at me. “Yeah?”
“As good as this feels, I need to be sure it’s what you really want.”
Her eyes lock onto mine and she nods. “Sometimes I think I shouldn’t, but yes. I want you, Case. I don’t even know what this is between us, but I want it. This. Us.”
Without another word, I rise to my feet. She wraps her legs around my waist as I carry her to my bedroom, and her giggling as we stumble through the doorway is the most adorable thing I’ve ever heard.
“How are you so sexy and so cute at the same time?” I ask, throwing her down on the bed and falling on my knees in front of her.
She laughs again, bouncing to the edge of the bed and parting her legs. I wrap my hands behind her knees and pull her to me, kissing my way up her inner thighs. Her laughter fades as I move closer to her center.
Her little floral wrap dress has been teasing me all night, fluttering slightly open at her every move, taunting me with how easy it would be to slide it off her. And now that I have the chance, I don’t hesitate. Roughly pulling free the knot by her waist, I peel the silky fabric from her skin, groaning with need at what I find underneath: a lacy emerald-green bra with matching panties that perfectly complement her creamy skin.
“Is this for me?”
“Not sure who else it would be for, Superman.”
“You’re going to pay for that,” I tease.
As I press my mouth to the space between her legs, she squirms beneath me, but I move my lips over her, slowly pushing the lace to the side with my tongue. She gasps when I reach my destination, lapping at her center like my life depends on it—and in a way, it feels like it does. I’ve never wanted a woman so badly, so desperately before.
In this moment, nothing matters except her pleasure. I get off when she comes almost as much as she does, although to be fair, I’ve done enough research on the female orgasm to know who’s really getting the short end of that stick.
“Fuck, baby, you taste so good.”
“How are you . . . so good . . . at this?” she purrs, the last syllable pouring out of her as her entire body tenses in response to my tongue.
After riding out the last waves of her orgasm, Sienna props herself on her elbows, beckoning me toward her. Quickly stripping off my jeans and T-shirt, I join her on the bed, our bodies coming together like we’ve done this countless times.
Even though it’s only our second night together, nothing about it feels awkward or unsure. After I sheath myself in a condom, I press in slowly, savoring the way she feels around me. So perfect. So warm.