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Sienna

It’s like someone scratched a match across my skin.

Tennessee’s mouth is on mine, hot and hungry, like he’s been starving for years.

I melt into him, ignoring the fact that we’re standing ankle deep in freezing lake water.

I’m nearly forgetting a lot of other things too, like how he knows my father.

Right now, though, I don’t care. He could’ve been best friends with my father, and I’d still want him.

His giant hand moves like sandpaper across my wet skin, and he groans low in my ear as though he’s trying to stop himself from feeling, but it’s not working.

“Little girl,” his tone is rough and graveled, “this is dangerous.”

A prickly warmth travels through me and buzzes against my thighs before settling on my clit. I love the way he calls me ‘little girl.’ It shouldn’t undo me the way it does, but it’s so sweet sounding, like he’d take care of me above all else.

“How is this dangerous? We’re two consenting adults,” I say, my lips nearly touching his. “We’re allowed to have fun.”

He leans into my neck with rough kisses as he moves toward the lobe of my ear.

He’s careful where he puts his hands, though a few times they’ve been fantastically close to my breasts.

“We can have fun at what expense?” he swallows hard as though he’s stamping down his feelings again.

“I can’t take you and walk away like nothing happened. I’d want all of you.”

“All of me?” My voice cracks as I speak. I’ve never heard words like that before from anyone.

“All of you,” he repeats, his hand on the side of my face, warm against the chill in the air.

“I want to know your favorite flavor of ice cream, what you do in your free time, what movie makes you laugh so hard you snort, and your awful high school haircut stories. I’d want you for more than today.

I’d want all your Friday mornings. All your fears and all your happiness… I’d need it all.”

The wind stirs, lifting the ends of my hair. No one has ever shown this much interest in me. I mean, sure guys have tried being physical, but no one has ever really wanted to know me. Not like this.

“I like strawberry ice cream.” I step closer until there’s barely an inch between us, my voice shaking as I say, “I crochet little vegetables and sell them online in my free time. In high school, my mom hacked off all my hair in some attempt to teach me that I need to take care of it better. I’m terrified of being alone, and right now, this moment is making me happier than I’ve ever felt in my life.

” I let out a breath, desperate for him to bend. “I want to know you in the same ways.”

He growls low in his throat, a slow, crooked smile flickering across his lips.

“I like butter pecan, always a triple scoop. I spend most of my free time fixing motorcycles. In high school, my mom was famous for giving actual bowl cuts, where she sat the bowl right on my head. And I never much thought I was scared of anything… until I met you.”

My brows narrow as I breathe in the scent of leather and pine that surrounds him. “You’re scared of me?”

“Terrified.” His thumb brushes across my cheek. “You make me want things I thought I’d never get a chance at.”

The lake is somehow still now, as if even the world is pausing with bated breath.

“So take me. Let’s see where this goes.”

His hand slips from my face toward my hips with a groan as though he’s losing the battle with himself. “I can’t touch you, little girl. But…” There’s a dark shatter in his voice as he speaks. It’s as though he knows what he’s about to ask for is wrong, which makes me want to say yes even more.

“What?” I manage, willing my heart to stop beating in my throat.

He looks down at the water, scrubbing his hand over his beard before meeting my gaze. “Nothing. I’m losing my mind.”

“You can tell me,” I press, desperate to know the filthy things he’s clearly struggling with. “We don’t have to tell anyone, anything. Whatever we do, it’s just between us.”

Another battle-ridden groan settles into his throat as a darkness drifts over his gaze. His voice shakes as though he’s on the edge of his limits. “I need you to be a good girl, sit back against that tree, and put on a show for me.”

Oh damn! My heart slams against my chest as I stare at the massive man. I know exactly what he means, but I play dumb so I can hear his demands. “What kind of show?”

He grins, scrubbing his oil-stained hand against his beard. “I need you to touch yourself, little girl. I can’t touch you, but I can listen… and I can watch.”

My clit throbs as warmth spreads between my legs. I’ve never been this turned on in my life.

“Go on,” he nods his head toward the downed tree behind us, “let me see that pretty pussy. Show me how excited you are.”

Oh God! I suck in a slow breath, heart thudding like it’s trying to break free. I feel like a doll. Like his sweet, innocent little doll. A doll he wants to go slow with and get to know before he devours it.

Clit swollen and throbbing, I sit against the downed pine, feeling the scratch of the bark against my shoulders and the sand beneath my feet.

He’s watching me, pupils dilated, his chest rising and falling like a wild beast, desperately trying to control his urges.

I lift my soaking dress and brush my hand across my soft slit, spreading my lips gently before sliding a finger inside with a moan.

“Such a good girl.” He sits in front of me, watching with a hazy gaze as his hand strokes slowly over his denim covered dick. “You’re so pink, so ready. You want to come for me, don’t you?”

My hips move, rocking against my palm as I dig my feet into the cool, wet sand. I’m so juicy that my fingertip slips easily over my nub, and every circle is another rotation closer to orgasm.

“Slide your fingers inside,” he growls. “Pull all that sticky juice out for me and rub it on your pretty nipples.” There’s roughness in his tone, a desperation of a man possessed.

I do as he’s asked, sliding two fingers deep inside of my soaking pussy. I curl them instinctively and squirm as I hit a spot I’ve never hit in this position.

“Oh,” he groans, stroking his hand against his cock, “that’s my good girl. Make that little kitty feel good.”

I pump my fingers in and out a few more times before drawing the sticky mess out with a sigh.

“Good job. Now rub it on your nipples.” His voice is breathy and deep, as though the further we go, the more out of control he’s feeling.

Watching his reactions, I tug each strap of my dress down slowly, exposing my hard nipples one at a time before rubbing my silky excitement all over them.

“Fuck, look at those big, puffy tits.” He leans closer as though it’s instinctive, his breath warm against my skin, though he doesn’t touch.

“You’re excited, aren’t you? You want me to fill that tight little pussy up, don’t you?”

I circle my nipples as he watches, trying to gain control of my breath, but it’s impossible.

“Touch yourself again, princess. Let’s see that sopping pussy come.” His voice shakes when he speaks, and though his dick is still tucked away in his jeans, I’m not sure I’ve ever seen a bigger, harder one.

Waves lap against the outer edges of my hip as I tuck my hand back between my legs.

“Good girl. Keep your eyes on me. I want to watch that pretty mouth drop open when you come.”

I do as he’s asked and watch him, watching me. His primal gaze. His broad shoulders. The way his giant hand moves across his hard cock as he watches me.

I’m a goner.

I twist my fingertip over my clit one final time before my thighs tense, my butt clenches, and I scream out in a breathy, blinding explosion that has me convulsing against the bark of the downed pine.

A soft breeze blows, tickling my nipples as Tennessee growls and moves closer, taking hold of the hand that’s still touching my clit. Without a word, he slides my fingers into his mouth with a groan, licking them clean.

Oh damn!

Electricity travels into my spine and down again, and I swallow hard as his hot tongue twists around my fingertips. His gaze never leaves mine as he licks.

“You taste like heaven, little girl, and you looked so fuckin’ gorgeous. I’ll never forget that.”

I let out a breath as I stare back at the giant in front of me. “Neither will I.”