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He whispered her name against her lips as they slowly maneuvered over to the bed. They fell on it together and sighed with how good it felt. On and on he kissed her—his hands roaming all over her fully clothed body. Everywhere he touched felt glorious and she strained against him, silently begging for more.
Would it be wrong to ask him if they could get naked right now?
Deciding against asking, she simply pulled his shirt from his trousers. He broke the kiss and pushed up before staring down at her. He was breathless and his hair was a mess from her hands. He looked sexier than she could have imagined.
“What is it you want, princess?”
She gasped softly because he used to call her that when they were kids. “You,” she whispered. “Just you.”
“I’m yours,” he said with a low growl before leaning down and kissing her again.
What followed was infinitely more tender than she was expecting.
She’d thought they would be tearing at one another’s clothes, but he seemed to take great pleasure in slowly touching every inch of her body with both his hands and mouth as he undressed her. Sienna silently cursed the fact that she wasn’t wearing sexy lingerie, but he didn’t seem to mind. If anything, when she tried to make light of it, he’d reared up and silenced her with a kiss.
And man could he kiss.
He had her on total sensory overload, and it was the most out of control she had ever felt in her life. There wasn’t time to be self-conscious or to even second-guess anything because every touch, every kiss, every caress, gave her so much pleasure. She never knew a mouth and tongue could be so sensual, and she never wanted him to stop.
Although...Sienna wanted to have her turn to touch and kiss him too, but he was a man on a mission and she was too weak and turned on to argue.
“Years,” he growled as he rained kisses up her inner thigh. “I dreamed about having you in my bed just like this.” One hand smoothed up her other leg until it rested on her hip. “You’re so much more than anything I ever imagined.”
More kissing.
More caressing.
His beard felt incredibly naughty as he continued his journey, and as she fisted her hands in his hair, she forced him to stop and look at her.
“I’ve fantasized about this too,” she panted. “But in all of those fantasies, you were naked with me. Any chance you can make that happen?”
His grin was a little wicked as he rolled off of her and stripped. He did it slowly, his eyes never leaving hers, and she swore nothing had ever seemed so erotic in her entire life.
By the time they were both naked and Mick settled against her, Sienna felt like she’d been holding her breath for twenty-three years and could finally breathe. It was like she had been simply existing all this time and now she was finally alive. Finally living.
“Tell me again,” he said gruffly. “Tell me again what you want.”
The way his body was moving over hers nearly made her whimper with need. He was teasing, seducing, and she knew he would keep doing this until she said the words to him one more time.
“You,” she told him, her hands going to his hair again. “Just you.”
There was that wicked smile again. “I’m yours,” he repeated as she wrapped herself around him.
And as he finally claimed her—as their bodies finally began to move together—Sienna knew he was totally worth the wait.
“It’s a lot like babysitting,” he said a few hours later. They were in bed and they’d made love twice. Now they were just enjoying being tangled up together under the blankets while they talked a little more about their lives. “Sometimes it felt like I was wrangling cats. Or toddlers. It was hard to look at these men like they were adults when they were constantly getting into trouble that I had to bail them out of.”
“Sounds exhausting.” Sienna’s hand was on his chest, tracing lazy circles. There wasn’t anything overly sexy about it and yet... it was turning him on.
Again.
“And just when one group would grow out of it, there would be a new wave of talent coming in and I’d have to start all over again.” He told her about the incident with Libby Milan at his condo. “And then she walked out like an entitled, spoiled brat.”
“Well, you have to admit, you’re kind of responsible,” she commented.
“How do you figure that?”
Lifting her head from his shoulder, she gave him a bland look. “You cater to their every whim and you clean up after them. Why shouldn’t they act like entitled brats?”
