He grinned at her then, the action almost boyish and softening his features. “Mine or yours?”
“Both.”
He groaned and tugged his pants off first. That was when she realized he went commando and her mouth watered. Like freaking Pavlov’s dog. Holy hell, he was thick and perfect and her inner walls tightened as she stared for a long second.
She sat up and reached for him, wanting to stroke him with her fingers, wanting to feel that thickness, but he moved her hand out of the way as he grabbed her pants and panties off in one swoop. Maybe she’d start going commando too.
“Hell yes,” he growled before he crawled onto the bed and covered her mouth with his even as he cupped her mound.
She wasn’t even sure what the “hell yes” was for, but she didn’t care. He was cupping her, rubbing his fingers against her slick folds, making her absolutely crazy. She rolled her hips against his hand, needy for more.
“Gotta taste you.” It came out as a desperate groan before he started kissing his way down her body, setting her on fire with his mouth until he was between her legs, growling against her clit, his tongue wicked and wild and everything she remembered.
He slid two fingers inside her, curved them up in just the right angle as he started teasing her mercilessly with his tongue. She rolled her hips against his flicks and caresses, barely able to breathe for the pleasure shooting through her.
She was so damn close, so close to orgasm and she desperately wanted him inside her first. They’d been building up to this for months, even if she didn’t want to admit it. Which, she didn’t care anymore. She wanted all of him. Needed all of him like she needed her next breath.
“I want to…” Before she could finish, an orgasm punched through her fast and hard. Pleasure spiraled out to all of her nerve endings until she was a trembling mess against the comforter, her arms and legs jelly.
He looked up the length of her body, but didn’t look smug. No, he still looked hungry.
Carson crushed his mouth to hers even as she reached between their bodies. She started stroking him as she guided him to her body. Not that he needed the help. He was primed and ready to go.
Far too slowly he pressed himself against her slick folds and just…teased her. He sort of pulsed there, just pushing the tip in and out and driving her crazy.
Not known for her patience, she rolled her hips upward, sucking in a breath as he completely filled her.
He growled against her mouth and started thrusting inside her.
She loved the sensation of being filled by him and was cursing herself for keeping her distance from him. For putting up walls and shutting him out.
She wasn’t sure how long he thrust inside her, how long they met each other stroke for stroke. But she knew the moment he was going to come because his entire body went rigid above her. All his muscles went taut, his tattoos flexing with it.
But he seemed determined to make her come again as he reached between their bodies and started stroking her clit.
She hadn’t thought she was capable of another orgasm but being filled completely by him, after fantasizing about him—them together—for months, she fell over the edge again, pleasure punching through her, taking over every last thought.
As soon as she did, he let go, coming inside her as he growled against her mouth. Time seemed to go still as they both climaxed, until they collapsed on the bed in a heap of pleasure.
Smiling up at him, she cupped his cheek, wanting to savor every second of this. The way he watched her, stared down at her, sort of awed her, leaving her speechless.
“Be right back,” he murmured, suddenly disappearing.
Before she could mourn the loss of his warmth and presence he was back with a washcloth, his steady hand between her legs.
She…had to bite back a sudden bolt of emotion. Tears threatened at how gentle he was being, combined with everything they’d been through. And she knew she shouldn’t be surprised but damn. This man was going to completely undo her.
“Shit,” Carson suddenly cursed, setting the cloth down.
That was when she heard the ringing sound. What the hell was that? Her brain was all hazy, and as she tried to figure it out Carson eased off the bed.
“I’ve gotta grab that. It could be a development in the case.”
Oh, his phone. She hurried after him, ignoring the stickiness between her thighs as she raced from the room, not bothering with clothing.
“Yeah,” he said into his phone. He swore softly. Then there was a whole lot of silence and though his expression barely changed, there was a flicker of surprise in his eyes. “What does this mean for us?”
Sienna stood close to him, wishing she could hear whoever was on the other end.
He reached for her, pulling her close against him and she pressed her body flush against his. He was this big, soothing wall of steadiness. Everything about him was real and dependable. And in the past she would’ve thought those qualities weren’t sexy, but she liked that she could depend on him. That he meant what he said.
That he always had her back. Even though it meant she was falling way too hard for this man. A man who could very easily break her heart.
“Okay, just send me the information,” he said quietly. “We’re not going anywhere. The place has enough food for a few days, so we’ll just hang tight.”
“What is it?” she demanded as soon as he ended the call.
In response he brushed his mouth over hers, then tried to deepen his kiss, but she pinched his side as they stood there naked in the middle of the living room.
The way he watched her had her toes curling against the tile. “That was incredible. You’re incredible,” he added. Then his expression sobered. “That was Julian,” he said as he guided them back to the bedroom.
He grabbed his jeans and tugged them on as she sat on the end of the bed. “That guy in the picture with your client’s soon-to-be ex-husband and attorney? The unknown man is Graham Jordan. He’s bad news. Apparently the Feds had him under investigation for money laundering and a whole list of other crap. It sounds like they wanted to turn him against his boss, who is also bad news, but doesn’t concern us in this situation. They’d been building a case against him, and had been planning to bring Jordan in when he ‘died.’”
“But…Jordan’s not dead, right?” Obviously not, if she’d just taken a picture of him.
“Nope. So we have strict instructions to sit tight.”
“That’s it?” She grabbed the blanket on the end of the bed and wrapped it around her.
“This is in the Feds’ hands now. They’re looking for Jordan and believe he targeted you because you took those photographs of him. He was friends with Wesley, or business associates I should say. The Feds believe he was tying up loose ends with you and Eileen’s lawyer since you both saw those pictures.”
Sienna nodded slowly. “What about Kevin Fox, then? He had nothing to do with the Bentleys.”
Carson shrugged, seemingly unconcerned.
“That’s all I get? A shrug?”
“Look, I’m not unconcerned. I’m very concerned about your safety, in fact. And that is my only priority. Julian’s very good at what he does. And part of me wishes I was with him, working on this case right now, but I would much rather be with you, making sure you are safe. They’ll figure things out, and with the FBI’s resources they’ll find Graham Jordan.”