Page 24 of Accidental Mile High Daddy
I let myself turn.
God.
It was like taking a punch I willingly didn’t block.
She stood just inside the doorway of the bar, perfectly still, perfectly framed, the last bits of golden hour spilling over her shoulders like she’d been dropped off by Helios himself. Her dress was deep red, bold asblood, floor-length silk that clung in places my hands ached to touch again with a slit high enough to make any man in this room forget his vows. Her hair was pinned up in a way that lookedeffortless, with little waves of rich brown falling around her cheekbones, and her lips were painted just as dark as her dress.
She looked like sin wrapped in silk packaging. And she looked like she knew it.
It took far more mental effort to reroute bloodawayfrom my cock than I’d ever admit as I crossed the room with purpose. The room buzzed around me, laughter from people who had no idea what was happening, the faint notes of jazz from the trio playing in the corner of the room, but I didn’t hear any of it. Just her breath, just the way she swallowed as she purposely avoided looking at anything else but me.
She didn’t smile. She didn’tneedto.
I could see the relief flicker in her gaze as I stepped up to her, but I could see something else there too, something darker, something she’d shoved down so hard that barely anything remained. But I knew it was there.
She was nervous. And I fucking loved that she’d done this anyway.
“Sienna,” I said, my voice low enough that it was just for her.
She rolled her lips between her teeth before glancing down along my body as if mentally calculating both whether we matched and how easy it would be for her to climb me like a goddamn tree. “Matt.”
I lifted my hand carefully, slowly, and brushed off a strand of hair that was stuck to her lashes before letting my fingers hook along the side of her neck, my thumb brushing her jaw, and leaned in, lips just beside her ear. “You look lethal,” I murmured.
She let out a quiet, breathy laugh, one that sounded both nervous and high on adrenaline. I could feel her pulse spiking beneath my fingertips, and as much as I wanted it to be from my proximity, I knew it likely stemmed from the fact that Ryan was in this room, too. And Lauren.
“Ready?” I asked.
“To see him? Not really?—”
I nudged her head in my direction and pressed my mouth to hers. Not politely, not something dressed up in bells and whistles like I was making a statement with it.
It was a kiss like we’d kissed before, like I knew the shape of her mouth, the way her body would naturally lean into mine — because itwas. I remembered how she tasted from the flight, and I sought it back out. I leaned into the ease of what we’d had when she was on that mattress with me and ran with it.
Because kissing herwaseasy. Far too easy.
My fingers curled at her neck, my drink still clutched in my free hand, and one of hers hesitantly lay flat against my chest,digits slipping under the lapel of my jacket like it was instinct. Like she hadn’t noticed.
I pulled back, just enough to look at her, just enough that I could see where her lipstick had smudged a little, and wiped it clean with my thumb, dragging it gently just beneath her lower lip. She snorted when her eyes opened.
“It didn’t dry down enough,” she said as if it somehow explained the grin creeping across her cheeks. She licked her thumb and lifted it to my mouth, something I did stupidly often for Zach but looked like the devil herself was doing it when it washer, and wiped away what I could only assume was her lipstick from my mouth.
I nipped at the pad of her thumb before I thought better of it and let go, watching the way her brows furrowed, and her cheeks heated like it was just for me.
For the briefest second, I let my gaze flicker to my right, toward Ryan, toward Lauren. Ryan looked like he’d seen a poltergeist, and Lauren was juststaringlike it would do something. Like it would will us both from existence.
She let out a shaky exhale. “Are they angry?”
I smirked. “Probably. Let’s make them angrier.”
Chapter 9
Sienna
Iwas running on caffeine, adrenaline, andspite.
My body had no business being upright after the day I’d had. I’d been up since six this morning, survived a full day teaching eleven-year-olds who would rather do anything else than listen to their teacher. I rushed to the airport, sat through a two and a half hour flight, rode in a luxury SUV for an hour down to Tulum while fighting nausea from the winding roads and desperately trying to do my hair and makeup. And then walked into a nightmare with a man I absolutely shouldn’t have been thinking about sleeping with, holding me up.
And now I was having to smile like I didn’t want to scream.
