Page 7 of Falling for Sierra

“What do you want?”

“Nothing more than you’re willing to give.”

“What if this is all I want?” She leaned back and looked for any sign of unhappiness in his face but found none.

“Then this is as far as we go.” His gaze dropped to her mouth. “But I’m hoping it’s not.”

“What are you hoping for?”

“I’m a man, Sierra. I went to the bar hoping to get laid. I came home with you because I like you. I’m attracted to you, and I’m still hoping to get laid.” He gave her a wry grin. “I won’t push the issue, but I’d love to get a chance to see what’s under that blouse. To see what those snug little jeans are hugging, maybe taste it.”

Heat and desire rushed through her. She had to fight the urge to climb astride him and show him how badly she wanted just that.

“I like that idea.” She pushed herself up off the couch and unbuttoned her jeans. “Why don’t you come with me?”

Blake didn’t comment as he took her hand and let her tug him to his feet. She pulled him along behind her as she led the way to her bedroom. As good as he looked in her living room, she wanted to see him stretched out on her bed. Sprawled naked on her sheets. Maybe even looming above her as an orgasm washed through her. The very thought made her pick up her pace a little.

CHAPTER 3

Blake let Sierra lead him from the room, hoping they were headed for her bedroom. The show she’d made of unbuttoning her jeans had made him instantly hard inside the rough denim of his own.

Now his cock ached as he followed her through the house. She tugged him through the doorway, dropped his hand and spun to face him. Before he could say anything, she tugged the flowing blouse she wore off over her head revealing full breasts cupped by pale pink lace.

His mouth watered as he watched her. He stepped closer, wanting nothing more than to touch her, taste her, but she stepped back, out of his reach. Her hands went to the waistband of her jeans as she shimmied and pushed them down her hips. Blake let his eyes rake down her body then back up again as she stepped out of her the thick denim, leaving her standing before him in nothing but her bra and panties. He stepped closer, wanting to touch her, but she’d stepped back so he waited for some hint she wanted his touch. Then she leaned in, pressed her chest against his as she stretched up to plant a hot, needy kiss on his lips.

Unable to hold back any longer, he let his arms wrap around her and hold her close while he returned her kiss with as much heat and desire as he dared. The last thing he needed was to let how much she affected him show.

Sierra’s hands slid beneath the thin cotton of his shirt, sliding along his skin with a smooth touch that only made him want her more. Blake soon lost himself in the honeyed scent of her skin and the faint taste of strawberry on her tongue.

Small hands tugged his shirt up until he had to break away and help her slip it off over his head. Skin against skin, he groaned as she pressed her lace covered breasts against him. He didn’t know how much longer he could resist the urge to lay her back on the bed and spend the whole night getting to know her every sensitive spot and what made her sigh with ecstasy.

Patience, he reminded himself. He’d have all night. There was no need to rush anything. Her hands went to the waistband of his jeans and made short work of the button and zipper there. He’d barely taken a breath before her hand slipped inside his jeans and cupped him there.

“Lose these so I can touch you.” Her voice was thick with lust as she tugged at the thick cloth.

Blake didn’t hesitate to comply. He pushed the pants off his hips, leaving his briefs in place as he kicked them off and out of the way. Her hands skimmed over his briefs, then pushed at them as she tried to entice him into more. He covered her hands with his, stopping her for a moment as he drew her close. Something about Sierra was different than other women, something about this woman was special. And he wanted to make sure it stayed that way.

He scooped her into his arms and lay her gently on the bed before lying beside her. Her hands went to his upper arms, clutching them as he leaned down to drop a long, lingering kiss against her lips before moving away, feathering kisses down her neck and further, to her breasts.

Sierra’s fingers curled into his shoulders.

“Oh, that feels good.”

Her words encouraged him to continue teasing her sensitive skin and trailing light touches along her body until she cried out again.

“More. I need more.”

He eased her panties down her legs then moved away, heading for where he’d left his jeans.

“What are you after?”

“Condom.”

“I have some, here.” She stretched up, reached to one side, and opened a drawer on the nightstand.

Blake took his own out of his jeans anyway. He preferred to trust the ones he’d bought himself. Too many paternity suits against celebrities in the news had long ago taught him caution. He knew the condoms he brought hadn’t been tampered with. Bringing the string he’d stuffed in his pocket before heading to the bar, he went back to Sierra, dropping them on the bed so they’d be in easy reach.

He slid his hands up the length of her legs, caressing her smooth skin every inch of the way, until he reached the apex of her thighs. He nudged her thighs apart and slipped one hand between them. A few light touches, he watched her face as he teased her most sensitive bits. His gentle touch told him she was slick and ready for him, but her face let him know she wasn’t quite where he wanted her. He wanted her desperate with need. He wouldn’t say no to having her begging him for more. He dropped a light kiss at the top of her slit, then moved down. Kissing her lower lips with as much passion and desire as he’d kissed her mouth earlier.

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