Page 29 of Beauty
I don’t get hung up on wealth. I already know she comes from money anyway. It was obvious the moment I saw her. I couldn’t care less about fame either. Could she be an actress? I’d be the last person to recognize her if that were the case. Honestly, none of it matters to me.
“Please?” Her tone is soft but full of desperation. “It changes how people look at me. I know it’s asking a lot, but can we justbe Noah and Sienna here? I need to be my own person this week. I’m so damn nervous about next week. I have no idea what life will look like when I’m no longer living in my brothers’ shadows. It’ll be good to practice.”
I thread my fingers through hers and squeeze. “You’re going to soar, butterfly. I don’t know your last name, and I don’t know a damn thing about your life, but from what I’ve witnessed over the last couple of days, I know you’ll be amazing. So yeah, we can just be Noah and Sienna this weekend. I think I’d like that, actually.”
With a relieved sigh, she smiles. “Well.” She peers back at her villa. “I know you had to switch rooms since the accommodations were so terrible, but you’ll have to slum it with me for a few minutes while I change.”
I chuckle. “I already told you why I switched rooms.”
“Ah, yes,” she teases. “Because you were trying to stay away from little old me. How’s that working out for you?”
With a grunt, I pull her into a bear hug and lumber toward her door. “You’re a brat, you know that?”
Sienna stares up at me, wide-eyed, like she’s shocked by how freely I’m touching her.
Truth is, if this caught her off guard, then I may need to rethink all the things I want to do with her. I may not sleep around, but like everything else in my life, I’ve studied how the human body experiences pleasure—and pain—and I like to utilize both to take sex to a higher level.
I ache to explore it all with Sienna. It won’t just be sex. Our connection is too strong, and I’m already too invested.
Ready to get our time together rolling, I release her and hold out my hand, silently requesting she give me her key card. With any luck, in the time it takes for me to open the door, she’ll recover.
In a matter of seconds, she’s back to copping an attitude, swaying her hips and taunting me as she walks into the bedroom. She points to the bed and tells me to make myself comfortable while she gets changed.
Then, being the tease she is, she leaves the bathroom door open. From my position on the bed, I could very easily catch her reflection in the mirror while she strips out of her clothes. It’s hard not to look. Not because I want to get a glimpse of her body—though that would be a bonus—but because I want to know if she’s watching for me.
I give in quickly, though I keep my attention on her face. Sure enough, her eyes are searching for mine, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip.
The moment she catches me watching her in return, she breaks into a brilliant smile. Then, to my fucking delight, she turns and saunters toward me. She’s in another red bikini. The bottoms are already in place, but the top? She’s holding it to her chest with her hands, lifting and pressing her breasts together, giving me an eyeful of cleavage.
“Tie this for me? I normally do it from the front and then turn it around, but since you’re here…” She spins, giving me the perfect view of the sweet cheeks that have been taunting me since day one. They’re practically bare, with only a red string between them.
This fucking woman is toying with my resistance.
I suck in air through my teeth, garnering all the control I’ve got left. Then I grasp the straps dangling at her sides. “Lift your hair for me.”
She could easily do it with one hand, yet she chooses to torture me further by releasing her hold on her top completely before pulling her hair up, causing the fabric of her bikini top to hang limply in my hands.
I squeeze my eyes shut and inhale through my nose.
She shifts, the move tugging on the straps I’m still clinging to. “This okay?” she asks over her shoulder, her tone one degree from a sexual purr.
I open my eyes and glare. “Sienna.” The word is a warning. To both of us. My patience is threadbare by now, and she’s calling to a side of me I’m not sure she’s ready for.
“Yes, Noah?” The brat is back, faking a sweet, coy attitude, like she has an inkling of how this will go.
Despite her brazenness, she doesn’t have a clue. But she’s about to find out.
I release the straps, and her top floats to the floor.
“Oops,” she says, her voice breathy. “I’ll get it.” She bends, grinding her practically bare ass against my dick. If the move had been brief, it could have been considered an accident. Maybe. Though it would have taken a stretch of the imagination. But as she remains bent over, her ass taunting me, she’s making it clear that she has no interest in lunch or a day on the beach.
“You have five seconds to change your mind, Sienna. Stand up and get dressed like a good girl, and we’ll go to lunch, or—” I inhale, cataloging her mouthwatering curves and the tantalizing red line separating her cheeks. I consider pulling on it. I consider running my teeth over it.
I’m lost in all my options when she says, “Or?”
My heart rate skyrockets. That’s truly the only answer I needed, but I detail it for her. “Or I’ll put you face down on the bed and spank you for taunting me. And then I’ll spend every minute between now and when we leave on Tuesday learning all the ways I can make you come.”
“I pick that one,” she says without even a moment to think it through.
