Blake
didn’t miss a beat. “I adapt.”
Sebastian shook his head. “Maybe it’s time you should let everyone do their own thing.”
“Sebastian, stop being so sensible. It makes us look bad,” Blake said. Everyone laughed.
“I’m going to take my girl home,” I said.
Victoria looked between Blake, Christopher, and me before turning to Pippa. “What did I tell you? The caveman gene is strong in the Bennett family.”
Chapter Thirty-Two
Winston
I got my woman home right after that. I couldn’t wait to be alone with her. I had enough self-restraint to not kiss her in the cab, but I couldn’t hold back from touching her. I needed that connection at the very least. I interlaced our hands, bringing them up, touching my mouth to the back of her hand. She shuddered lightly, crossing her legs. The movement tested my self-control like nothing else.
I lost the battle with myself halfway home, tipping her chin up and claiming her mouth. Fuck, how she opened up, relenting to me right away.
I’d thought I’d appease my need for her with one taste, but I’d been wrong. If anything, it just stoked the fire. I was desperate now. When she tugged at my shirt, I deepened the kiss even more. When she let go, slipping her hand underneath, I grabbed her wrist, stopping the descent. There was no saying what I’d do if I felt her soft fingers on my bare skin. Her lips curled upwards as she tried to wiggle her hand out of my grip. I stopped kissing her, looking her straight in the eyes. She wiggled her eyebrows, whispering, “Afraid you can’t resist me?”
“You wicked woman.”
She laughed softly, leaning into me.
“As punishment, you’re not getting another kiss until we get home,” I said. She batted her eyelashes.
I shook my head. She attempted to wiggle her hand under my shirt again. I caught it—again. I touched my thumb along the sensitive skin under her lower lip until she started to tremble in my arms.
Not kissing her was as much punishment for me as it was for her, but it was the only way to keep from losing my head.
I congratulated myself on keeping a (tiny) distance right up until we were inside my apartment. And then I remembered that my intention had been to take care of Sienna tonight. She’d been wobbly on her legs back at the store. Even though all I wanted was to press her against the door and sink inside her, I did the gentlemanly thing.
“How are you feeling?”
“I sobered up.” Touching the tip of her nose, she added, “I’m not seeing double. No need to be gentle with me. You can do whatever you want to me, Winston.”
Those few words completely did me in. I pulled her against me the next second, doing what I’d been waiting all evening to do. I captured her mouth, owned her body. I lifted her sweater, skimming my fingers along every inch of skin I bared. Sienna exhaled a sharp breath, digging her fingers in my arm. When I reached under her skirt between her thighs, stroking two fingers along her panties, she gasped, lifting up on her toes, as if that one touch was already too much. And I hadn’t even begun. I wanted to make her feel loved, appreciated, a goddess, which was exactly what she was to me.
Slipping my hand inside her panties, I stroked her bare skin. I teased around her clit, moving my fingers along her entrance.I peeled away her sweater and skirt with my free hand and pressed two fingers against her clit, drinking in every sound she made. It was all for me.
I kissed down her neck, and even lower, ridding her of her clothes. When I skimmed my mouth in a trail between her navel and her clit, her breath became more labored. Time to ramp up the anticipation.
When I flattened my tongue against her sensitive spot, she buckled over. I steadied her, gripping both her hips.
I alternated nipping with my lips and pressing my tongue until she cried out, thumping her palms against the wall, curling her fingers.
“You’re so hot, Sienna. And sweet.” I spoke as I kissed up her body until our mouths were level.
Her breath was shaky, but her hands didn’t waver as she yanked away my shirt and then the rest of my clothes.
She smiled, dragging her fingers down my chest. The lower she went, the more wicked her smile became.
She cupped my erection with her palm, moving her hand in slow, deliberate moves.
“Sienna, fuck. Baby, stop.”
She was working me up too good, and I was already on edge. I needed her. To feel her wrapped around me, all warm and soft—all mine. Nibbling at her ear, I lowered my fingers down the side of her breast, to her ribcage before cupping her ass. When I pulled her to me, she braced both hands on my arms.