Page 41 of Unforeseen Love

“We need to change that dressing,” he says changing the subject and moves towards me.

Before I even have time to process what he’s doing, his hands grip my waist and a whoosh of air escapes me as he lifts me up onto the kitchen counter. I grab the edge to steady myself.

“It’s fine, I can do it,” I say to his retreating back as I pull off the washing up gloves and shift forward to get down. But he returns with the first aid kit in hand.

“Stay.” His hand lands on my thigh, keeping me still, and I heat from his touch.What the hell is happening?

I’m too flabbergasted to reply, not that it would matter, as he’s already undoing the gauze strapped to my knee.

My fingers grip the counter as he pulls it away from the gash and I grit my teeth, expecting it to hurt, but I’m shocked at how gentle he’s being.

“Pass me one of the gauzes,” he says. “One with the bandage.”

I dig inside the first aid kit and pull one out, and make a note in my head to order some to replace them.

He extends his hand for me to pass it to him, but I hold it just out of reach. “What’s the magic word?” I tease him with a smile.

Licking his lips, he swallows hard, his Adam’s apple moving with the action, and for some reason beyond me, my breathing begins to speed up as I’m hit with a dose of adrenaline.

Before I know what’s happening, his palms land on my thighs, spreading my legs as he steps between them, practically touching my core. He leans closer as he whispers in my ear.

“If you want to play, I’m game, but right now, I need to dress your knee.”

I hold my breath as he withdraws and winks.

“Thank you,” he says, smirking as he moves to his knees with the gauze in his hand. I didn’t even notice him take it from my hand.

Shit.

A catch in my throat reminds me I need to breathe, and I let in a gulp of strangled air. I swear I hear him chuckle. I’m not sure what to make of him when he’s behaving like this, it’s hard to keep up, and quite frankly, a little unnerving.

It’s only when he squeezes my thigh and stands that I’m interrupted from my thoughts and brought back to the present.

“All done,” he says, his voice deep.

I tilt my head back slightly, his eyes searching my face, growing a shade darker, and there’s no denying he’s handsome. I don’t think I’ve ever been this close to him before, and even his fragrance is alluring, intoxicating. I swear the air crackles with electricity and the hairs on my arms stand on end in anticipation of something.

ChapterTwenty-Six

Theo

Sienna has bewitched me. Something about the way she’s staring has a magnetic pull, drawing me closer. I stand between her legs, my hands moving of their own accord, squeezing her thighs. Her skin is soft like silk, and I wonder if the rest of her feels the same way too.

Leaning closer, my head moves towards hers, and her eyes follow the movement. Her hands go to my chest, and I expect her to push me away––hell, I need her to push me away. But instead, her fingers grip the material of my shirt, tugging me closer.

She exhales, her warm breath coating my lips as I descend closer to her mouth.

The logical part of my brain is screaming for me to stop, to step away before I cross a line—one I can’t uncross. But I’m not thinking about anything in this moment other than the deep-rooted need to taste her.

Teasing the seam of her lips with my tongue, she opens up to me, letting me in. And what begins as a slow caress soon becomes charged with a wanton need.

My hand moves to the back of her neck, securing her in place as I devour her mouth, greedy for more, taking anything she’s willing to give. She’s soft and pliable, and nothing could have prepared me for how sweet and deliciously sinful she tastes.

When my lips stray from her mouth, a small whimper escapes her, and I can’t hold back my smirk with a warped sense of pride, my libido on a high.

Moving to the column of her throat, I swipe my tongue over her skin. Her hands move to my shoulders and trail up into my hair, her fingers tugging on the ends with a slight pinch to my scalp.

The realisation that I want her to do that while I fuck her with my tongue drives my trajectory lower as I gather the hem of her T-shirt and push it up and out of my way, greeted by the smallest pair of shorts I’ve ever seen.

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