made my stomach tighten.
He had taken his jacket off and had on a fitted black tee-shirt and dark slacks.
The man made me drool. “Can we talk in the living room?”
It was dark, but I’m sure he shrugged.
Without a word, I turned around and led the way to the living room. I could hear him following behind me. When I reached the middle of the open plan space, I turned back.
He stood lounging against the doorway.
“I’m sorry for the inconvenience,” I apologized.
He shrugged. “That’s not necessary.”
I forced a smile. It was clear he intended to make this as difficult as possible. I never was good at squeezing blood from stone. I took a deep breath. “‘Do you have anything I can eat? I’m a little hungry.”
“Don’t have much in my fridge, but I can make you a grilled cheese sandwich. The bread might be a bit stale though.”
I’d never heard better words. I grinned from ear to ear. “That would be fantastic. I love stale bread and grilled cheese.”
He gave me a disbelieving look and headed towards the kitchen area.
He moved in a quick sure way around his kitchen. A few minutes later, he was moving the bread around in the pan, his hair brushing softly against his shoulders.
I watched the way the broadness of his torso flowed into the leanest of hips. He was driving me crazy. I wanted to be on my knees … sucking him off. I knew he would never make the first move, but I also knew he wouldn’t reject me. So I shut my pride off and walked towards him.
His shoulders tensed as he turned the stove off and moved the pan out of the way to one of the back burners.
I almost smiled. Of course, he knew I was approaching and he knew the kind of trouble I was bringing too. I circled my arms around his lean waist.
His entire body froze. “Sienna,” he warned.
“Is sucking you off crossing the line?” I whispered.
He inhaled sharply. “What you’re doing now is already crossing the line.” He grabbed my wrists, and despite my resistance, pulled away my arms from around him. Then he turned around and faced me. “No,” he said, his eyes glittering and his voice thick.
I hugged myself. “I want you to quit. Having you around me and not being able to touch you will end up making me lose my mind. So just quit.”
Something dark and dangerous flashed in his eyes. “Okay,” he agreed.
My lips stretched into an equally dark smile. We both knew the game I was playing. “Now that we have that out of the way, I want you to fuck me. Right now. I’ll take it as a parting gift.”
He stared at me, his eyes carefully veiled.
“You can’t refuse me.” my voice rose with frustration. “If you have a conscience, you won’t refuse me. You started this ... you were the one who came to my room and crossed the line.”
That got him. “You started this. By kissing me in that garden. You crossed a line that wasn’t even supposed to exist.”
He was completely right, but that was his problem not mine. I dropped to my knees and grabbed at the button of his slacks. I had never been so glad that he wasn’t wearing a belt, because in seconds, his button had come undone.
He grabbed my arms and pulled me to my feet. “Sienna!” he growled.
He might as well not have bothered. I forced myself even closer and captured his lips with mine.
He shuddered. With his last remaining strand of willpower, he tightened and tried to pull me away, but every Delilah knows her Samson’s weakness. I threw my arms around his neck and took the kiss to another level. The level of tongue.
The feel of my tongue in his mouth broke him.
Chapter 35
Sienna
I felt his hold on me tighten painfully, and this time around it wasn’t to pull me away.
He kissed me like a starved man, long, hard, and deep. His hot tongue danced passionately with mine, while his hands slid down the outline of my body to grab my ass. He pressed me hard against him … grinding my crotch into his rock hard one.
My heart was fluttering so hard it seemed as though it wanted to fly away from my chest. I loved the feel of my breasts crushed against his torso. Tender, heavy, and the molten pleasure flowing through my veins at the utter possessiveness with which, he wrapped his hands around me, unwilling for