“Hmm.”
She leans down until her breath is hot against my ear. “You’re tense. What’s got you so wound up, Milo? Is it my hands on you?”
I don’t reply because I’m sure she knows the answer to her question already.
Her hands slide lower to the base of my spine, fingers digging in. I arch slightly, another groan escaping me. Her touch is torture as she explores my back, shoulders, and arms. She’s killing me slowly, and I know she’s loving every fucking second of it.
“Now roll over, and we’ll focus on the front,” Lila says.
I lie there for a second as I process her words.What the fuck?Sienna didn’t have to lie on her back. Regardless, I do as she says and roll onto my back.
The sheet rides dangerously low on my hips. Sienna’s eyes darken the second they land on my chest, tracing every line like she’s memorizing it. She oils her hands again—the slick sound somehow obscene in the quiet room—then steps closer.
Her touch is electric from the first second. Fingers gliding over my shoulders, thumbs circling my pecs with soft pressure. When her thumbs brush across my nipples, the contact is anything but accidental.
“Like this?” She whispers into the charged air.
“Tease.” I manage, the word rougher than intended.
She smiles and leans down just enough that her breasts nearly spill from her bikini. The thin fabric strains, the swell of soft, sun-kissed flesh inches from my face. I can see the faint outline of her nipples straining against the material.
“You love it.” She murmurs, eyes locked on mine.
I don’t deny it.
Lila demonstrates a few more strokes, then quietly steps aside. The moment she moves into the corner, Sienna’s hands grow bolder, exploring the planes of my chest, sliding down overmy abs, stopping just above the edge of the sheet—right where I want her to touch so desperately it hurts.
The tension coils tighter with every pass of her fingers. My body responds visibly—muscles tightening, breathing growing shallow, the sheet doing nothing to hide how hard I am.
“Intense enough?” She asks, her thumbs brushing my nipples again, on purpose this time.
“Not nearly,” I growl. My hand slips from the table, fingers gliding slowly up the back of her bare thigh, tracing the sensitive skin just beneath the curve of her ass. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Sienna.”
She bites her lower lip, eyes fluttering half-shut for a second before she recovers. “Maybe I like danger.”
I groan low when her fingers graze my nipples again. “Keep that up and I’m going to forget we’re not alone in here.”
“Yeah?” she whispers, leaning even closer until her breasts brush against my chest. “I’ve been thinking about your hands on me since last night. And now it’s my turn to make you suffer.”
I’m rock-hard, throbbing, fighting the urge to flip her onto this table and finish what we started last night. She continues the delicious torment for a few more minutes before the timer goes off and Lila announces that the hour is up.
I blink, stunned. An hour felt like seconds with Sienna’s hands on my body, and I’m already cursing myself for not savoring every single touch. My chest is heaving. My cock is aching. And the only thing I can think about is dragging her back to the villa and showing her exactly how much I want her.
Sienna straightens slowly, cheeks flushed, chest rising and falling with each breath. She meets my gaze, her lips curving into that wicked smile I’m quickly becoming addicted to.
“Still fun only?” She asks softly, her voice dripping with challenge.
I sit up and hold her gaze. “Not even close.”
The words hang between us, heavy and honest. Her eyes darken, lips parting slightly like she’s about to say something—maybe push me further, maybe pull me in. For one charged second, I think she might lean forward and kiss me right here, Lila be damned.
But she doesn’t. Instead, she slips her dress back on, slides her feet back into her sandals, and grabs her bag from the chair. I count to five in my head, trying to calm my racing heart before getting up and putting my shirt back on.
“Beautiful session!” Lila beams, clipboard in hand, completely oblivious to the storm churning between Sienna and me. “You two have excellent chemistry. Feel free to book another session if you’d like.”
Sienna shoots me a look that’s pure mischief. “We just might.”
I don’t trust myself to speak, so I nod, my jaw tight. I’m not sure I’ll be able to touch Sienna again without losing control.
