Page 111 of A Vicious Love

“Say it, Sienna.”

Her throat moved.

“Don’t stop.”

Fuck. My control frayed. I tugged the zipper down an inch. Enough to feel the dress loosen against her ribs. Her breath catch and my mind to fill with images of stripping her slowly.

I kissed her throat instead. Her head tipped back before she seemed to think better of it.

My mouth found the soft place beneath her jaw. I nipped once, gently enough to make her gasp rather than bruise, then licked the spot because I had to taste her.

Her fingers went into my hair.

“Good girl,” I murmured.

My hand slid down over her hip, over the silk bunched high against her thigh. I touched bare skin above her stocking line and my body went tight enough to hurt.

“Do you know what I wanted to do all night?” I asked.

She shook her head.

I kissed near her ear. “I wanted to put you over my shoulder and take you out of that room before Weston got another second of looking at you.”

Her breath hitched.

“He wasn’t⁠—”

“He was.”

I dragged her slowly against me again. She gasped, and her hands tightened in my hair.

“He was looking at what doesn’t belong to him.”

Her eyes went wide. I knew I should stop talking.

“My fiancée all soft and sweet, standing there with no idea every man on that deck wanted to know what you looked like out of it.”

My hand slid higher beneath the edge of her dress.

“Tell me no,” I said.

She swallowed, eyes locked on mine.

“No?” she repeated, uncertain.

“If you want me to stop.”

She shook her head.

“Words, baby.”

“I don’t want you to stop.” Her voice came out breathless.

My fingers found lace. I shut my eyes for half a second. A prayer, maybe. I moved the lace aside and touched her gently. She jerked on my lap, mouth falling open.

I caught the sound with a kiss. My fingers stroked once, slow enough to feel how wet she was, and my whole body went rigid with the effort not to do exactly what my instincts demanded.

“Sienna…you’re soaked.”