Chapter 12 #2
The warning is more for me than for her. I’ve never needed someone or something more in my entire life. It’s terrifying. I should stop. I should back away. She’s going to wreck me for anyone else in the future, but fuck if I don’t want to be wrecked by her.
So, hand shaking, I grip her a little harder and notch myself at her entrance. Like she can sense my nerves, and probably feel my shaking hand, she adjusts so she’s resting her weight on one elbow and then she rests her other hand over mine, threads our fingers and squeezes.
As my heart cracks open and warmth floods my body, I slide inside her.
It’s too late to go back now. She owns me.
Warmth rushes through me as her walls clamp down. She feels so fucking right. I curl over her, pressing a kiss to her shoulder, then her neck, and we both sigh in relief.
I’ll never come back from this. I’ll never recover. She’s completely and irrevocably changed me. And as I sink inside her repeatedly, I relish it. Because why the fuck would I ever want to undo what I’ve just done?
For the next twenty-four hours, Sienna allows me, and encourages me, to use her over and over again.
I pleasure her with my fingers at dinner, teasing her beneath the table while the waiter takes our order.
As we listen to live music, I push inside her while she sits on my lap.
While the people around us sway to the beat, she writhes on my dick, coming with her teeth sunken into my shoulder.
I wake her in the middle of the night with my tongue on her clit and a toy shoved into her ass.
She squirts all over the sheets, and while she’s still a whimpering mess, I shove my dick inside her and fuck her until she’s begging for me to stop.
She doesn’t say butterfly. Not even when I flip her over, cover my sheathed dick in lube, and slide inside her other hole. No, the wanton thing pushes back against me and rubs her clit until she comes again.
We sleep late into the morning, have lunch on the beach, and do it all over again. When she turns on her phone to check in for her flight, a million messages pop up, and she disappears out the door, telling me she needs to make a few calls.
My stomach ties itself in knots as I realize I only have a matter of hours left with her.
Tomorrow we leave this island, and I’m not even close to ready.
With a long breath out, I walk out onto the deck and stare up at the midnight sky.
The moon and the stars sparkle so damn bright here. Just like Sienna.
In a matter of days, I’ll be back in Minnesota. Back in the cold. The winters are brutal. So dark and long.
Fuck. Get out of your head.
The last thing I want is to ruin the night with this shitty mood. She’s not gone yet. We’re not done.
I pull out my phone and FaceTime War. Talking to him always puts me in a better mood.
“Ah shit, the Bahamas must really suck if you’re calling me,” he says in greeting. He’s lying on a couch, phone held above him, shirtless.
Dammit. I hope he’s wearing pants, but this wouldn’t be the first time he picked up the phone minutes after sex, so there’s a solid chance he isn’t.
“The vacation’s awesome. Thank you very much.”
His chuckle is a low rumble. “Good. And the girl?”
I scrub a palm over my face. “She’s fucking perfect.”
“Ah shit.”
My gut clenches in agreement with the sentiment. “Exactly.”
He blows out a breath and shrugs. “If she’s cool, maybe keep in touch? I hear relationships aren’t terrible.”
I roll my eyes. That’s a ringing endorsement for monogamy if I’ve ever heard one. “It would never work,” I say, as much to myself as him.
His blue eyes narrow, like he’s studying me. Then he nods. “Nothing good ever came easy to us. You want her, you think she’s worth it, you make it work.”
“Who?” Brooks asks from somewhere off screen.
“Harry’s vacation girl. He’s in love.” War drags the word out obnoxiously. “Your sister good?”
I frown. “Mine?”
He shakes his head. “Nah, Brooks’s baby sister has been MIA. She just called, though.”
“She’s fine. Aiden’s on the phone with her now. She needs help avoiding Beckett. Overbearing ass tried to send a plane to pick her up. She wants us to talk him out of his insanity.” He chuckles. “Like the man can be controlled.”
War huffs a laugh. “I’m trying to convince Harry he can have a girl and play hockey too. What do you think?” He looks past his phone, a glint in his eye I don’t understand.
“I wouldn’t know. Hockey is my life,” our other best friend grumbles.
The main door opens and closes, and Sienna walks in. “I gotta go. Thanks for the vote of confidence. And Brooks can’t wait to catch up in person and score some goals on you.”
He shakes his head, never one to entertain shit talk.
Just as I’m tapping the End button, Sienna steps out onto the deck.
Wearing a red dress that follows every one of her curves, she looks absolutely gorgeous, though her expression is one of annoyance.
“Everything okay?” I straighten and slip my phone into my pocket.
She forces a smile. “Yeah, just my brothers being”—she lets out a breath and shakes her head—“my brothers.”
I nod once, going for supportive, though I don’t have the first clue what she means and she wouldn’t want me to ask.
She’s made her boundaries clear. We’re limited to the bubble we’ve created here. As much as I want more, I have to honor her requests.
Still, I can’t say nothing. So I hold out my arms. “Do you want to talk about it?”
To my relief, she darts for me, holding me tight and resting her head on my chest.
She melts in my hold, and fuck, I can’t explain how it feels to be the person she feels safe with. My heart simultaneously skips and settles as I cradle her against me. The warm weight of her pressed against me is like a balm to my soul.
How the fuck am I going to let her go?
She props her chin on my chest and offers me a crooked smile. “I like when you hold me.”
My chest constricts, making it hard to breathe. “I love holding you.”
Her muscles relax and her smile grows. “I wanna do something reckless.”
“Whatever you want, butterfly.”
She sighs, relieved, and damn, knowing that I’ve given her exactly what she needs makes my heart race faster.
With a quick glance to the left, she runs her teeth over her bottom lip. “Let’s go swimming.”
“Right now?” I bury my face in her neck and inhale. “It’s midnight. Pool’s closed.”
Stepping out of my hold, she tilts her head, and reaches behind her, tugging on the knot at her nape . Her red dress practically floats off her body, leaving her in a black strapless bra and a scrap of fabric that could barely be considered a thong. “Who said anything about a pool?”
For a moment I’m struck stupid by her. By the way her skin glows in the moonlight. Her long dark hair flows around her, ruffled gently by the breeze, and those emerald eyes of hers brighten with excitement.
She takes a step back, then another, and before I can make sense of what’s happening, she squeals, “Come and get me!” and hops over the railing and onto the sand a foot or so lower than the deck.
Only as she scurries off does my brain reboot. Without hesitation, I launch myself after her and take off.
Shit. If any of her neighbors are out, I have no doubt they’re about to get a show.
She rushes forward, heading toward the deserted beach and the fathomless, lapping waters.
“Maybe we should try the pool,” I call, figuring that’s probably safer.
Her giggles carry on the wind as she hurdles over a beach chair without slowing.
By the time I make it to the water, she’s ankle-deep, walking backward, staring right at me.
“Sienna,” I warn.
My stern tone does nothing but spur her on. This woman likes to be punished, and clearly she’s decided to use my love for punishing her against me.
“Come on, Noah. Play with me.” She puts her hands behind her back and then tosses her bra at me. As it lands at my feet with a soft plop, I zero in on her tits, on her pebbled nipples, then her gorgeous face, relishing the joy radiating from her.
I shake my head. “What are you doing, baby?”
“I told you.” She hooks her thumbs into the strips of elastic at her hips and drags her thong down her gorgeous legs before kicking them off. They land at the water’s edge, but I snag them before they drift away.
I inspect the beach once more, making sure we’re alone, then throw my head back and sigh. What the fuck am I doing? We’ve got one night left. Why am I worried about anyone but her? Let them fucking see us.
I pull off my shirt, and as I drop it to the sand, Sienna sinks back into the water. Unwilling to let her get any farther from me, I shuck off my shorts quickly, nearly falling in the process, then dive for her, pulling her under the waves with me.
When we surface, she’s laughing.
“Fuck, it’s cold,” I mutter, hugging her to my body to keep her warm.
She wraps her legs around my waist, and when her hot cunt brushes against me, I hiss.
“Want me to warm you up?” Her words are anything but innocent, but her eyes? Fuck, they’re wide and bright. She blinks, her lashes wet and sticking together, as she waits.
I can do nothing but nod.
But it’s enough. With the smallest of smiles, she lines herself up with my length and welcomes me home.
With my forehead pressed to hers, I sigh in relief.
“That better?” she murmurs.
“I’ve never been inside anyone bare.” The words practically claw their way out of me.
Her breathing hitches. “Good. I’ve never gone without a condom either.”
We stare at one another as I hold her close, the water lapping against us. This isn’t fucking. Not a single moment of it is for that type of pleasure, yet this is the most satisfying moment of my life.
Just being inside Sienna is heaven. Knowing that I’m giving her the same comfort—the same pleasure—alters my brain chemistry.
She tips her head back, face turned to the night sky, as I hold her in the water. “I’m not ready to leave,” she whispers, almost like she’s telling the universe though and not me.