Page 31 of Settling the Score (The Karma Club #4)

‘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.

He reached for the condoms – to her immense relief – and opened one up with his teeth. His eyes held hers as he reached down and stretched it over his length, his eyes still on hers as he came back to the bed and slowly dragged her undies down her legs. Sienna shivered. Because he didn’t move fast.

Nope.

Not fast, at all.

His palms seemed to inch over her bare legs, sending goosebumps trailing over her at the ghostly light touch, so she arched her back and writhed with hunger. ‘Aiden, I need you.’

His smile was tense. Like he was holding on by a thread.

She totally understood.

Madness was spiralling between them, thick and heavy.

He dropped the scrap of lace on the floor and then stood again, to look at her. To really look. Just like she’d been feasting her eyes on him before.

‘Where’s my show?’ he asked, a joke in his tone, as he nodded towards the door.

She laughed softly, though inwardly, she couldn’t think of anything worse than leaving the bed, because it would delay what she now wanted more than she’d ever wanted any damned thing in her life.

‘Okay,’ she said, though, pushing up to sitting, then wriggling to the end of the bed and hopping off it.

With the same exaggeratedly seductive swagger he’d employed, she wiggled her hips and walked towards the door, performing a pirouette there, before returning halfway across the room and posing like a supermodel in a shoot.

One hand on her hip, then bending forward and blowing him a kiss.

He swore again, the word torn from him, and neither of them was laughing when he stalked across to her and dragged her body against his, lifting her this time to wrap her legs around his waist as he carried her not back to the bed, but rather, to the wall beside it.

Another curse, as he shifted her weight and positioned her so his cock was at her entrance, his strength an easy match for her weight, the wall helping support her as he moved his mouth to her breast and tormented it anew.

It was Sienna who shifted though, pushing herself down, using the grip her heels had on his lower back to pull herself lower, to draw him deep – so, so deep – inside of her on a rush of need and hunger.

They both froze, going completely still as her muscles squeezed around him, and his length jerked inside. As she got used to the way he felt. Bigger. Different. New. The same.

‘Sienna.’ It wasn’t a curse, but he said it like it was. He said it dirty and dark. Angry and delirious.

‘Fuck me,’ she implored, tilting her head back and staring at the ceiling. ‘Please.’

He laughed then, but it was a strained sound, like he was barely, just barely, holding on, and she totally understood.

‘Seeing as you asked so nicely,’ he said, moving to kiss her, his tongue lashing hers as he began to thrust inside her, scuttling absolutely everything she ever thought she knew about the world into a thousand different directions.

Nothing, and she meant nothing, made sense any more, and she wasn’t sure she even cared.