Hold on Tight
Page 37

She glanced back over her shoulder. “Why?”
“Because we need to talk. And not at your house,” I said, and motioned to my truck. “Come for a ride with me.”
She seemed unsure until her eyes followed Hillary, who was headed inside. When Sienna looked back at me, she let out a weary sigh but walked toward me. “Okay,” she said, and we walked side by side back to my truck.
I opened the passenger-side door and held out my hand to help her up, but she ignored it and climbed up on her own. Which made her sweet ass stick up in a very appealing way in those leggings she was wearing.
I closed the door, the image of her in those tight pants taunting me as I made my way over to my side of the truck. I climbed in and looked over at her. She was wearing sleeves that stopped just below her elbow. Still covering her bruise. Fuck me. “How’s your arm?” I asked her.
“It’s fading and it doesn’t hurt anymore,” she said with a smile that didn’t meet her eyes.
“I’m a f**kup, Sienna. The bruise on your arm proves that. I shouldn’t get to breathe the same air you do.” I stopped myself before I said anything more. I wasn’t ever going to get over that bruise. It was going to haunt me long after it faded away. “And I’m sorry. About the kiss. It was uncalled for, and I shouldn’t have.”
She tensed up beside me, but only for a moment. Then she relaxed her shoulders and crossed her legs, and damned if that wasn’t fascinating. “Probably not a good idea. You’re right.”
So she agreed. We shouldn’t have kissed. “I don’t want things to get awkward with us.”
She nodded. “Me neither.”
“So, we can just be friends. Or family. We’re family.”
She nodded again.
She didn’t feel like family. I watched as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and I wanted to reach out and see if it was as silky as it looked. I’d missed that opportunity when I’d been eating her alive. My hands had gone from her face to her ass. I should have felt her hair.
“I know I’m, uh . . . not very experienced. I don’t . . . I mean, Dustin was the only one I, uh . . . I did anything with. So I was curious. I haven’t been kissed in a long time.” She shut her mouth and closed her eyes tightly. She was trying to explain her reaction to me, but the fact that no one had touched her in six years was a little more information than I could handle.
How was she so untouched? I knew she’d said she didn’t date, but, hell, how’d she get release? After having sex before, she’d want it, right? Need it?
“Not even any one-night stands or friends with benefits?” I asked.
She blushed and shook her head, but wouldn’t look at me.
“You don’t need it?” I needed to shut the hell up. This was not a conversation you had with someone who was your “family.”
She shrugged. “Not really. I mean . . . I never understood what the big deal was.”
What? Holy hell. My sixteen-year-old brother hadn’t been experienced enough to do it right, apparently.
“You’ve never had an orgasm?” I asked before I could stop myself.
Her blush deepened and she didn’t respond.
Did that mean . . . she got herself off? Motherfucker! Why was I thinking about this? This was not helping me defuse my Sienna lust. The idea of slipping my hand into her panties and bringing her pleasure was so damn tempting.
“You do it yourself,” I said, supplying the answer for her and knowing I needed to shut the hell up.
She pressed her lips together and closed her eyes tightly again. Bingo. She played with her pu**y. Damn, that image was gonna give me some serious shower time later.
“Let’s not talk about this, okay?” She reached for the door handle, but I wasn’t ready to let her go. The desire to smell her was too much. I tugged her over to me and buried my head in her neck and inhaled. Fuck, she smelled good. So damn good. She also sounded good.
Her body leaned in to me and I wanted it. More.
“You smell good, baby. Real good. I bet that pu**y smells even better,” I whispered in a growl as I slid my hand between her legs. She let out a small cry.
Fuck, f**k, f**k. I wanted her. I wanted to hear her as she orgasmed. I wanted to see her play with herself. Was she bare, or were there curly red hairs down there to tease me?
“Dewayne?” she breathed, her chest rising and falling so fast that her cle**age taunted me. She’d always had the best damn tits.
“Yeah, baby?” I replied, running my nose up her neck.
“Gretchen is watching us,” she said, and that was the wake-up call I needed. Shit. I had forgotten where we were.
I moved away from her, missing the smell and heat of her on my hand. I needed to get laid. She was screwing with my head. But first I wanted to go beat off to the image of her touching herself.
“I, we, this, um . . . I should go,” she said, and moved away from me.
I couldn’t argue. She should go before I gave in and attacked her again.
She opened the door, and I managed to remember what I had wanted to ask her. “Tomorrow night I’ll bring dinner. I’d like to visit Micah,” I said.
I didn’t say I wanted to see her, but I did. I so f**king did.
She nodded. “Of course. You can take him out if you want to. You don’t have to stay at my house. I trust you with him.”
She was giving me an out. I wasn’t taking it. As hard as it was getting to keep my hands off her, I wanted to see her too. “I’ll bring dinner. And you’ll eat more. Because nothing on your body is f**king average, Sienna. Understand that. You’re perfect. Too damn perfect.”