Page 6 of Falling for Sierra

“I was trying to finish the chapter I’m working on and didn’t bother to clean up after I got home from work this afternoon. I hope you don’t mind.” She stepped into the foyer and saw everything she’d left out of place this morning. Heat flushed her skin, and she knew she should have asked to go to his hotel room, but she wanted something more personal.

“It’s fine, I’m sure.” He followed her inside. “I’m not the neatest of people anyway. A little mess just makes the place feel lived in.”

“It’s not too bad, I don’t think. I did clean house a few days ago.”

“Sierra,” his words stopped her, but it was his hand on her shoulder that made her turn and look up at him. “I didn’t come home with you to judge your housekeeping. I came to talk, maybe a little more if that’s what you want. I don’t care if the place is a total disaster.”

She started to say something, but he silenced her with a lone finger against her lips.

“There’s more to life than cleaning and working.”

She stood mesmerized as he bent closer. His lips were full and plump as she watched them descend toward hers. They brushed against hers, barely a touch at first. As if he was silently asking permission.

Sierra opened her mouth against his and leaned close. Her hands came up and found the back of his arms as his hands went to her waist and tugged her close. His mouth covered hers and Sierra bit back a groan as her body melted into his. Heat raced through her body and pleasure shot through her brain before pooling low in her body.

She didn’t know how long they stood in front of the closed door before Blake broke the kiss. When he pulled away, he stood staring down at her a moment, his breath coming in shallow gasps as his half-lidded eyes told her he’d enjoyed the kiss as much as she had.

“Let’s find somewhere a little more comfortable and try that again.” Her voice was low and husky, even to her own ears.

“Lead the way.”

Sierra kicked off her shoes beside the door out of habit. Blake did the same, leaving his running shoes beside the flats she’d been wearing.

“You don’t have to do that. It’s just a habit for me. I’m usually wearing heels and want to get them off as quickly as possible.”

“It’s no big deal. A lot of countries don’t wear shoes in the house. It was weird at first, but I’ve gotten used to it.”

She looked up at him and found nothing but honesty on his face. It hadn’t occurred to her that he might travel that much. She blinked. Not knowing what to say she led him into the living room.

“Can I get you something to drink?” She motioned for him to have a seat as she picked up the coffee mug she’d left next to her recliner that morning.

“I’m good.” He caught her wrist as she started for the kitchen. Tugging her close he dropped a quick kiss on her lips. “Come back soon.”

Her stomach fluttered as he released her. She almost set the cup back down and sat beside him on the sofa, but couldn’t make herself. Instead, she hurried into the kitchen put the cup in the sink, grabbed a couple bottles of water from the fridge and went back into the living room.

“I know you said you were good, but I was a little thirsty so grabbed these anyway.” She handed him one, twisted the top off and took a drink from her own before setting it on the table in front of the sofa as she sat. She was twisted sideways, on leg pulled up in the seat beneath her as she faced him on the couch.

“Thanks.” Blake set his on the table beside him and kept his eyes on her. She wasn’t sure what it was, but he looked even yummier than he had before she’d walked out of the room. Before she’d thought about it, one hand reached toward him. She stopped just short of touching him.

“You mind?”

“Mind what?”

“Can I touch you?”

“I keep hoping you will.”

One brow quirked as his hands stayed put while he watched her. He didn’t seem like the kind to hesitate once he wanted something, or to be shy about starting something. The only thing she could think of was he was letting her take the lead, letting her decide how far things went here and now.

She liked that.

Sierra bit the inside of her lip as she leaned closer. Bracing herself with one hand on his thigh, she closed the gap between them and kissed him. Hesitant at first, she wasn’t sure what he wanted or was looking for, only what she wanted.

His hand came up to cup her shoulder. Gentle. Unassuming.

She bit his lip, not hard, but enough that he groaned against her mouth and leaned into her.

“Sweetheart, you’re killing me.”

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