Page 71 of Settling the Score

Because there was no downside to being extra, extra careful.

And a lot of downside in being careless, just once.

True to his word, he returned, so quickly she suspected he’d sprinted.

‘I think you just set a land speed record…’ she remarked, as he snibbed the lock on the door.

He shot a look at Sienna that made her blood turn to lava. ‘I aim to please.’

‘I really hope so.’

His smile was pure cocky confidence. BDE to the max.

‘Now, the undressing,’ he said, holding up a line of condoms as he strode back towards her, placing the packets on the bedside table before ripping his shirt over his head.

Her eyes devoured his chest. This time, she didn’t bother trying to hide it. She ate up the sight of him, letting it nourish her hungry senses. His hands moved to his shorts, pushing them down, leaving his boxers in place.

‘All of it,’ she insisted, mouth dry as her gaze dropped lower.

‘Opinionated and assertive?’ he queried with a quirked brow.

‘Damn straight.’

He pushed at his undershorts then, revealing an erection that was rock-hard and huge. She couldn’t stop her eyes from devouring him.

‘Your turn.’

‘Wait. Stand there a minute longer,’ she said. ‘I just want to look a bit.’

He laughed, but the sound was strained. Nonetheless, he was a willing-ish model, taking a step back from the bed and putting his arms above his head in a weightlifter sort of pose, then turning around slowly, before strutting towards the door with an exaggerated hip wiggle and sashaying back.

‘Had enough?’

She giggled. ‘For now. Though you are an excellent model.’

‘My agent will be glad to hear it.’ Naked, he came back to the side of the bed and leaned over, bracing his hands on either side of her hips, his eyes locked to hers. ‘Your turn.’

‘Right. I guess that’s fair.’

But she was nervous suddenly. Not about sleeping with him, but about getting undressed in front of him. Nervous about him seeing her naked, about being so vulnerable in front of him.

It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen her naked before. Nor did she have any hang ups about her body. It was just the crossing of a threshold she hadn’t fully planned to step over. It was all happening kind of spontaneously, and yet, at the same time, it almost felt like it had been destined to come to this, from the minute she’d stepped foot on the same private island as Aiden.

With a slightly unsteady rush of breath, she pushed her skirt down, leaving her underpants in place. It might have been a double standard, but so what?

‘You’re beautiful,’ he said, moving his body back over hers, never mind the cotton of her pants that were still in place. He pulled her lower lip between his teeth and wiggled it, before kissing her again, this time with one hand curving behind her head, fingers tangling in her hair as he lifted her a little, holding her there for his inspection, his tasting, his probing, desperate kissing.

And it was desperate. There was something in their kiss, in the way their bodies moved together, that spoke of two people being brought to a feast after a decade of famine. Sienna couldn’t get enough of touching him, of feeling him, his skin warm and smooth, except where it wasn’t, except where his chest was covered in hair or his arms. He was so hypermasculine, so absolutely alpha, it felt completely primal to lose herself to this.

‘Christ,’ he groaned, digging his fingers into her hips as he broke the kiss and pushed up to stare at her, a wildness in his eyes that was totally mirrored in her soul. ‘I feel like I’m about to come.’

She arched a brow, snaking a hand down to his cock and wrapping it in her palm.

‘Fuck, Mastrangelo. I wouldn’t do that.’

She blinked up at him with wide-eyed innocence.

‘Seriously, Sienna.’ He pulled away, standing up and bracing his hands on his hips, his breathing coming out in a rush.