61. Sienna
SIENNA
“No sex in my car.”
I pull away from Calvin’s lips as those harshly spoken words bounce around the enclosed space. I look up, and the second our eyes connect, laughter erupts.
I’m firmly on the tipsy side of drunk, where everything is funnier than it should be, and all my worries have floated away. It’s an incredible place to be after the last few weeks of stress.
Work is over for the holidays, and I’m currently sitting in the lap of the sexiest man I know.
Calvin came to the club to find me.
My heart races at the thought of him seeking me out.
I know exactly who’s responsible for sending him to me, and I will make sure I thank her for it later. But right now, I’m a little too distracted to be messaging my best friend.
“You got it,” Calvin confirms before threading his fingers into the hair at the back of my neck and claiming my lips all over again.
The driver said no sex, not no kissing.
Not that I’m thinking about the driver while I’ve got Calvin’s mouth and hands on me.
“Christ,” he grunts into our kiss as I slip my fingers under the hem of his T-shirt and slide my palm up his abs. His skin is burning up, and his muscles bunch as I push higher. Then, I press my nails against his skin and drag them all the way back down.
A deep groan of need rumbles in his chest. I tell myself to stop when I hit his waistband, but the second my fingers touch fabric, I can’t stop myself.
I palm his hard length and watch happily as his eyelids fall closed and he drags his bottom lip between his teeth.
When he opens his eyes again and meets mine, they’re blazing.
Desire floods my core. My panties were already ruined from dancing with him.
I lean forward so I can whisper in his ear, “I’m so wet for you.”
“Fucking hell, darlin’.” He groans.
I want to say that I confessed that quietly, but the low curse the driver lets out suggests otherwise.
“Need you alone,” Calvin tells me. “Need to peel this dress off your body and discover what you’re wearing beneath.”
“What if I’m not wearing anything?”
His eyes widen and his nostrils flare as he considers my question. My heart thunders in my chest as his hand lifts from my waist. My skin erupts with goose bumps as he grazes up my ribs, and by the time his palm cups my bare breast, my nipples are aching against the heavy fabric of my dress.
“Fuck.” He groans, discovering what I suspect he already knew from my backless dress. I’m not wearing a bra.
“Need you alone,” he repeats before crashing his lips to mine.
As he kisses me, he continues to tease my breasts, squeezing me gently and pinching my nipples through my dress.
By the time the car comes to a stop and the driver barks that we’re here, I’m riding a knife’s edge. One wrong—or right—move, and I’d go flying over the edge.
Calvin throws the door open and drags me out of the car, shooting a thank you over his shoulder.
I stumble on the sidewalk; the alcohol I’ve consumed tonight, along with my exhaustion from weeks of long hours and stress, finally catching up with me.
“Whoa,” Calvin cries as he catches me. “You good?” he asks, staring down into my eyes.
“I think…I think I’m a little bit drunk,” I confess. The most dazzling smile lights up his face.
“Oh, really? I hadn’t noticed,” he teases. “You good to walk?”
I roll my eyes at him. “Of course. I’ve got this.”
I take two steps, wobble on my heels, and almost go down again.
“So I see,” he mutters before taking matters into his own hands.
“CALVIN,” I squeal as he leans down and throws me over his shoulder. “My ass,” I cry, attempting to cover myself up.
His deep chuckle fills my eyes as his giant hands hold the backs of my thighs.
“I won’t let anyone see what belongs to me, darlin’,” he promises before marching into our building.
He politely says hello to whoever is on shift at the desk before continuing toward the elevator. I’m too embarrassed to look up and see who’s watching us, so I focus on Calvin’s firm ass instead.
“I love your ass,” I tell him as the elevator doors close behind us.
He presses a button, I assume for my floor, and then we’re moving.
“The feeling is entirely mutual, darlin’. I mean, just look at this.”
His huge hands slide up the backs of my thighs, shoving my dress up with them to expose my behind. I look up in the opposite mirror, desperate to see the look on his face as he discovers just how small my panties are.
“Fucking incredible.”
“Calvin,” I whimper when his fingers get dangerously close to where I need them.
He grazes the fabric covering me, and his expression intensifies, his Adam’s apple bobbing with his thick swallow.
“You’re soaked.”
“For you.”
“Fucking hell.”
He closes his eyes for a moment as if he’s struggling to keep himself together, and I can’t help but give myself a mental high five. I’m doing that to him. I’m bringing this powerful man to his knees. Me. It’s the most incredible rush.
“I don’t know what I did to deserve to find you again, but I’ll forever be grateful.”
“I want you,” I breathe.
“Oh, darlin’. You’ve got me. You’ve got me in any way you want me. I’m yours. Always have been.”
My heart pounds wildly as my head spins. I’m not sure if it’s his words, the alcohol, or the fact I’m hanging upside down, but I never want it to stop.
“Calvin, please.”
“We’re almost there,” he tells me, still teasing me through the fabric of my panties, ensuring my release is still right within touching distance.
I swear, if he were to slip a finger under the lace and just graze my clit, I’d be done for.
But he doesn’t get the chance because the elevator dings, announcing our arrival before the doors slide open.
Calvin marches down the hallway.
“Keys. I need keys,” he demands impatiently as we approach my door.
I dig around in my purse, fumbling before handing them over.
In seconds, we’re inside, the door is slamming closed behind us, and Calvin is striding through my apartment with only one destination in mind.
No sooner are we in my bedroom than he leans forward and places me back on my feet.
I sway a little as all the blood that’s rushed to my head descends again, but before I get a chance to regain my equilibrium, his hands are cupping my face, and his lips are on mine.
His kiss is filthy and desperate, and I’m here for every single second of it.
“Obsessed with you,” he tells me when he drags his lips from mine, kissing along my jaw and down my throat. “I’ll never get enough. Never.”
“I need you. Please. I need—”
“Shush, darlin’. Trust me, I know what you need.”
I whimper as he pulls back, his hands leaving my body.
A shiver runs through me, suddenly cold without his touch.
His eyes hold mine for a beat before dropping lower. His gaze has fire licking at my skin.
I squirm on my heels as he takes me in, my nipples still hard as bullets against the fabric of my dress.
“You look devastating tonight,” he tells me, his voice thick with desire.
“Calvin,” I whisper.
As much as his appreciation turns me on, I need more. So much freaking more.
I lift my hands, ready to shove the straps of my dress from my shoulders in the hope of moving things along, but before I even touch the fabric, his fingers are circling my wrists, stopping me.
“I undress you,” he tells me, the roughness of his voice sending a shiver down my spine.
He lets my arms fall to my sides before he ducks low and kisses down my neck and across my shoulder. When his lips connect with the strap of my dress, his hands lift, his fingers tucking under the fabric, ready to pull them down.
My chest heaves faster as my breathing becomes increasingly erratic.
“Been thinking about doing this since the moment you sent me that photo earlier. Such a little tease.”
I can’t help but smirk. I knew I was playing with fire when I sent that earlier.
“This dress is hot as fuck, but I already know I’m going to like what’s hiding beneath it even more.”
Slowly, he peels the fabric over my shoulders before letting go and watching as my dress slides over my body before pooling at my feet.
Calvin groans, his hand rubbing over his mouth as his eyes take me in.
The urge to cover up is huge, but I fight it and force myself to stand confidently before him in only my tiny G-string and heels.
I trust him. I trust him more than I have anyone in my life.
I know he’ll be gentle with me. That’s the only thing he’s ever been—gentle and patient.
But I’m done waiting.
I want him.
All of him.
“Please,” I whisper, forcing his eyes back up to mine—usually blue, they’re now almost black with desire.
His chest heaves beneath his T-shirt, and his pants strain against his erection.
My mouth waters and my fingers twitch with my need to rip open his fly and feel his thickness.
“Fucking love hearing you beg me, darlin’. Now get on the bed and spread your legs.”
Slowly, I do as I’m told, resting back on my elbows so I can watch him.
The second I part my legs, his eyes drop, and he drags his fingers through his hair.
“Pull your panties aside. Let me see you.”
The second I do, he lets out the filthiest groan I’ve ever heard.
“Calvin, I need—”
I gasp when he suddenly drops to his knees.
“Shit, your knee. Are you—”
“I’m fine. Stop worrying about me. This is about you,” he tells me before dragging my panties down my legs and spreading me even wider. “So fucking perfect.”
Then his mouth is on me, and I cry out, so overwhelmed by sensation as he laps at me, his tongue circling my clit before he sucks on it.
I only last a few seconds before I’m crashing over the edge, crying out his name and pulling his hair.
“So fucking perfect,” he repeats as he sits up and wipes the back of his hand across his mouth.
He stands and crawls on top of me. He’s still fully dressed, and I’m only wearing my heels. It’s not fair; I want to see him, to touch him as well.
He kisses me, stealing all my thoughts, allowing me to taste myself on his tongue.
“More,” I beg the second he pulls back. “I want you. It’s time. I want you inside me.”
He holds my eyes, his entire body pulled tight. But he doesn’t react.
“Calvin?” I question, my voice quieter.
He drops his forehead to mine.
“I’ve been dreaming for years about what it would be like to have you. For you to be mine.”
“So have me. Take me. I’m yours.”
He squeezes his eyes closed as if he’s in physical pain, and I panic.
“Not tonight, darlin’. Not when you’ve been drinking.”
“I’m fine. I know what I’m asking. I know what I want. I promise I won’t regret it in the morning.”
“I know,” he says, cupping my cheek tenderly. “But not tonight.”
Disappointment and understanding collide, both fighting for dominance.
“Soon,” he teases. “And I promise to make it worth the wait.”
I blink up at him, my eyes getting heavier and heavier.
“I’m going to clean you up, and then you need to sleep.”
“Okay,” I whisper, losing the energy to fight him on it.
He pushes from the bed, and the last thing I remember is him walking into my bathroom. I drift off to sleep, my head full of Calvin Keller and his magic tongue.