Page 21 of Made for You
Well, to hell with that. I knew who she was now.
Unfortunately, it didn’t mean I wanted her any less.
I might not trust this woman, and I certainly wasn’t going to leave here with stars in my eyes like I had six weeks ago, but I could still enjoy her body. Despite what I’d learned about her duplicitousness back at Riva, the fact remained that Siena was still the best damn sex I’d ever had.
If she wanted me to fuck her again, I’d be more than happy to oblige.
But that’s all this would be.
No feelings. Just two bodies doing what they did best.
I tossed my jacket on the hook by the door and headed straight for her bedroom. My boots thundered over the floorboards, each step announcing my intentions. My fists clenched and unclenched at my sides, my cock straining against my slacks.
But before I made it to the hallway, a soft “ahem” froze me mid-stride. I pivoted to find Siena standing in the archway to the dining room, her fingers twisting around each other. She bit her lower lip, those green eyes wider than I’d ever seen them, revealing a vulnerability that was a stark contrast to the confident woman who had played me for a fool.
The moment our gazes locked, the air thickened with unspoken tension. There was no need for words; we both knew what was coming.
I closed the distance between us in three unrelenting strides, every muscle in my body coiled and ready, propelled forward by weeks of wanting this woman, of not knowing if I’d ever get to have her again.
Siena didn’t step back. Instead, she straightened her spine and held her ground, and I found myself captivated all over again by her unerring strength. A lesser person would have flinched at the approaching storm, but not this woman. No.
My hands found her face, fingers threading into the soft strands at the nape of her neck, and I kissed her hard, a bruising, reckless kiss that left no room for uncertainty or apology. My mouth was rough and hungry, determined to erase the sting of her betrayal and replace it with something I could control—a blind, furious need that bordered on obsession.
Breaking the kiss, I met her glassy, lust-dazed eyes. I leaned closer and whispered in her ear, my voice low and gravelly. “I’m gonna fuck you now, honey.”
Siena’s breath hitched, her fingers fisting my shirt as she whispered, “Yes.”
I turned her around, gently guiding her down onto the dining room table and pushing her dress up over her hips. She spread her hands wide, her fingers splayed against the polished wood. I admired the view for just a moment before I yanked her panties to the side, hearing the fabric tear, and exposing her glistening cunt to my hungry eyes.
“God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” I murmured, my voice a low growl, as I undid my belt. The leather slid through the loops with a soft hiss before I lowered my zipper. I took myself in hand, stiff and throbbing, and with a need that burned throughmy veins like wildfire, plunged into Siena’s slick, velvet heat without hesitation.
A high-pitched “Oh, god!” escaped her lips as I filled her completely.
Her spine arched like a bow as she pushed back against me, her fingernails scraping against the mahogany. Her inner walls fluttered around me as she adjusted to my size, her luscious body going pliant.
“You like that, don’t you?” I growled into her ear, my breath hot against her neck. “You like feeling me deep inside you.”
She whimpered a breathy little “yes,” and Christ, the sound nearly undid me. For half a second, panic flickered sharply in my mind.
Don’t let this mean something. Don’t let her be more than a body,I told myself as I fought for control.
But then her cunt squeezed around me, and I lost the thought in the blaze of wanting more.
And yet, even as I drove into her again, harder, a voice inside my head I didn’t want to acknowledge whispered that this wasn’t smart. That every thrust was tangling me tighter in a web I couldn’t afford to get caught up in.
I ignored it. Buried myself deeper until all I could hear was Siena’s breathless little cries.
“Again,” she whispered.
I pulled nearly all the way out, watching where our bodies joined, then slammed forward with enough force to make the table legs scrape against the floor. Her pussy clenched around me like a vice, and for one blinding second, my body screamed that this was everything I’d ever wanted. My brain, though? My brain knew this was a bad idea.Wewere a bad idea.
I ground my hips harder, as if I could fuck the thought right out of my head.
“Oh, fuck,” she shuddered.
“That’s it,” I encouraged, gripping her hips tighter. “Let me hear how good I make you feel.”
The tension in my shoulders dissolved as I lost myself in the sound of skin slapping against skin, filling the room.
