Page 113 of A Vicious Love

“That’s it,” I whispered. “Good girl. Don’t run from it.”

Her mouth opened against mine. I kissed her through it. She came with a tiny, hips jerking against my hand, thighs tightening around mine. Her body folded into me, shaking, black hair falling everywhere, breath hot against my neck.

Fuck.

I was proud.

It hit me with ridiculous force.

Proud. Like I had done something better than make a girl come in the back seat of my car while half-drunk and jealous.

No.

Not a girl.

Sienna.

My Sienna.

The thought was dangerous enough that I kissed her again to shut myself up. Slow this time. Gentler. She was relaxed in my arms after, forehead near my collar. I fixed the lace carefully, then drew the zipper back up, one slow tooth at a time.

For a few minutes, neither of us spoke. The car slowed near the Bellemere estate. Reality returned like a blade sliding between ribs.

Sienna lifted her head.

Her lipstick was ruined. Her black hair was tangled from my hands. The sight went straight to my cock again, and I had to look toward the window before I did something stupid.

The car stopped outside her house. Stone gates. Summer flowers. Lights in the upper windows.

Her world.

For now.

She smoothed her dress with unsteady hands, then looked at me.

“You’re drunk,” she said softly.

I laughed once under my breath.

“Yes.”

Her eyes moved over my face. Something vulnerable flickered there and disappeared before I could catch it.

“I’ll see you next week? At the Ashmere Regatta dinner,” she said, almost like she was reminding both of us. “Emmie said it’s Friday.”

I nodded. She reached for the door.

“Wait.”

She stopped immediately. I got out first. The summer air hit me. I rounded the car before the driver could open her door and did it myself.

Sienna looked up at me. For one second, she hesitated. Then she came to me so easily it stole the air out of my chest.

Her hand landed in mine. Sure, she could see it as me helping her stepping out in those lethal heels. That was true but what I wanted more was her hand in mine.

I helped her out. She came to me so fucking easily. Made for my arms. The thought was so strong I almost said it aloud.

I shut the car door and walked her up the path.