He leaned closer, placing his hands on the arms of her chair, completely caging her in. That sweet jasmine and vanilla scent of hers wrapped around him. She licked her lips, probably out of nervousness, but it just turned him on even more. “Because I don’t want anyone else but you. I’d rather use my own hand and imagine bending you over my desk while I masturbate than actually fuck anyone else.”
Her mouth fell open a fraction at his admission so he took advantage. Going at her fast, he crushed his mouth over hers. There was no finesse in his kisses, just a primal need to possess her as his tongue danced with hers.
For a single moment Sierra tensed, but then she was on him. Taking him by surprise, she grabbed onto his shoulders and slid onto his lap, straddling him. As she moved over his erection, he groaned. She was compact with the right amount of curves and he loved the feel of her on top of him. Her breasts rubbed against his chest and even with the material between them, he could feel her nipples. Hating that clothes separated them from touching skin to skin, he cupped her backside and stood, bringing her with him.
She instantly wrapped her legs around him, but when he started walking out of the kitchen, she pulled back. He didn’t pause as he made his way to the stairs.
“Where are we going?” Her voice shook a little, but not from fear. The hunger in her gaze set him on fire. The potency was nothing compared to the brief little flashes of need he’d seen from her before. Flashes he’d wondered if he’d imagined.
What he saw now matched his own desire. But he needed to be sure. “My bed because I need more room.” So much more to do what he had planned. “We can take things as slow as you want when we get there,” he said as they reached the top of the stairs. But he hoped not too slow. The need to taste all of her was consuming him.
Those expressive eyes widened but she nodded as she leaned into him. He took her mouth again, holding her body against his so fiercely he tried to order himself to loosen his grip. But he couldn’t. Not yet. Holding her like this was too damn surreal. For a fucking year he’d made it a point not to touch her.
Because he’d known this would happen. One kiss from her and his control was completely shredded. Pushing open his bedroom door with his foot, he headed for the king sized bed he’d never brought another woman to. He hadn’t lived here long before getting a job at the Serafina and after meeting Sierra, he’d known he couldn’t be with anyone else.
Not when he wanted her so badly. The thought of touching another woman had just felt wrong. He attempted to be gentle as he laid Sierra on the bed, but it was hard when she kept her legs wrapped tightly around his waist and was grinding against him in the most sensuous manner. If their clothes were gone, they’d be fucking. Not sweet, gentle love making like she deserved. Fucking could come later, but he wanted their first time to be slow.
Somehow Hayden tore his head back from Sierra. Her eyes were heavy lidded and her mouth was swollen from their kissing. Her full lips parted as she watched him. “You want to stop?” She sounded nervous.
“Fuck. No.” Yeah, real classy. He cringed at himself, but Sierra just let out a laugh, the sound reverberating through to him.
“Then what’s wrong?” Her legs loosened around him as she spoke.
Panic set in that she’d changed her mind. “Nothing. I just want to slow down, which means you can’t touch me.” His words were ragged and uneven. If she was touching him, he’d fuck things up. Of that he had no doubt.
No, right now was all about her pleasure. Before she could ask him why, he reached up and took her hands from his shoulders. Gently, he guided her hands above her head. With a simple platform style bed set he didn’t have a railing for her to hold on to or even tie her wrists to…but he would come back to that idea once she was more comfortable with him. Her fingers touched the smooth headboard as he held her wrists in place.
“Why can’t I touch you?” she asked.
Opening himself up to anyone other than his brother was foreign, but he’d already opened up to her so much in the last year he decided to be honest. If she ripped his heart out later, he’d fucking deal with it. “Because you make me insane, Sierra. All you have to do is walk into a room and I get rock hard. I want to be free to touch and kiss every inch of you, but if you’re touching me, I’m going to be inside you. Balls deep, fucking like I’ve wanted to do from the moment we met.” He rolled his hips, pushing his cock against the juncture of her thighs with insistency. Man, he wished there wasn’t any clothing between them.
She shuddered, her eyes growing even more heavy-lidded with lust. “From the moment…” She trailed off when he possessively cupped her breast. Even though she had a petite frame, her breasts were a little larger than a handful. He gently massaged it, lightly rubbing his thumb over her nipple.
“The moment. You’re so damn sweet I knew I was no good for you.” She started to protest but he placed a finger over her lips. “The only thing I want to hear out of your mouth is ‘faster’, ‘slower’ or ‘fuck me harder, Hayden’.” He’d never been a talker in the bedroom so he wasn’t sure what had come over him. Okay, that wasn’t true. The most primal part of him understood that Sierra would need this. At least at first. She needed reassuring words and he’d give them to her.
Then he would sink inside her and not stop until one of them passed out from pleasure. “Can you follow orders?”
“Maybe.”
“That’s not what I want to hear,” he murmured.
“Too bad.” Her lips quirked up as she slightly wiggled her hips against him and he realized she was teasing.
He pushed out a slow breath. Yeah, he definitely needed to relax. Right now he was wound too tight.
He didn’t bother fighting his smile. “No touching,” he growled softly before nipping her bottom lip and tugging it between his teeth.
In response, Sierra moaned and arched her back. She moved her hands but instead of trying to touch him, she laid them against the sheets and dug her fingernails into the bedding. She wanted to touch him so bad she ached for it, but damn his bossiness. She would follow his orders. This once.
Okay, the truth was, she’d probably follow any orders he gave her in the bedroom if it paid off enough. The ache between her legs bordered on painful. For reasons she didn’t even want to think about, she was still a freaking virgin at twenty-two. That was all about to change tonight. And something told her that Hayden would make this a night to remember. She should probably tell Hayden she’d never done this before, but she didn’t want him to stop.
She still couldn’t believe how open and almost dirty he was being with her. Sierra loved this side of him. Even though he was one of her best friends, he’d always been respectful of the fact that she was a woman and watched his language. Now he wasn’t holding anything back. And it was hot.
Hayden’s big hands skimmed down to the hem of her tank-top. For a moment he teased the bottom of it before slowly pushing it up. She swallowed hard when reality set in that he’d be seeing her naked soon. Unlike her gorgeous sister and mother, she hadn’t gotten any height or their amazing genes. And she definitely wasn’t like the tall, lithe women she’d seen hanging onto Hayden at the casino.
“Hey, where’d you just go?” Hayden asked.
Blinking, Sierra realized Hayden was staring up at her. One of his hands was lightly gripping her hip and the other had pushed her top up, baring her belly. “Nowhere.”
His eyes narrowed. “Don’t lie. Not now.”
Showing insecurity was so not sexy but he was right. Sierra didn’t want to lie. “I’m just worried you won’t like what you see.” Even admitting it out loud made her feel stupid, but luckily he didn’t.
Sitting up, Hayden wordlessly started unbuttoning his shirt. Sierra held her breath as he began baring so much skin to her. As he slid the shirt off, her gaze tracked over his chest, his rock hard eight-pack of muscles, down to the V… his fingers started working his belt, then the button of his slacks.
She tried to tear her
gaze away to see his expression but she couldn’t move. It was as if she was frozen, watching him slowly strip for her. Pushing off the end of the bed, he stood at the foot of it. His long, calloused fingers slowly pushed his pants down and she realized she was biting her lower lip in anticipation. He had on black boxer briefs but the visible bulge was huge. It made her suck in a breath. When he finally shoved the briefs down his legs, Sierra’s inner walls clenched with unfulfilled need.
