waited for you.”
Sienna’s steps came to a halt when the deep voice carried along the wind, like notes to a familiar song.
“Wha-what are you doing here?” She clutched the ends of her coat closer, staring at the man, nearly camouflaged, leaning casually against the door of a gleaming black SUV. After what had happened, she thought she’d most likely never see him again.
“We have unfinished business.”
Her heart stuttered against her breast—fear, nerves, and arousal all warred for dominance. Mac unfurled his long frame from leaning against his car and ambled toward her.
“What are you doing here?” The catch in her voice was discernible to her own ears. He stood tall, so dominating over her. She took a small step back and caught herself. Stiffening her back, she straightened her body and plastered what she hoped was an indifferent look on her face.
“That should be fairly obvious.” He reached a long finger out and moved strands of hair away from her face.
Sienna shivered, but not from the chill in the air, but, instead, from the electric bolt that shot through her from his casual touch. She averted her face and his finger slid away, softly feathering her cheek.
“Whatever you thought was going to happen, isn’t.” She turned to go. He caught her arm, preventing her from leaving, forcing her to look at him. “Look, I’m tired. I just want to go home. Please let me go.” She whispered the words.
“Come home with me.”
The quiet demand in his voice brooked no argument. Helpless, she gazed up at him. “I can’t—”
“Yes, you can. Just say yes,” he returned, and the light from the moon cast a sensual luster to his stern, handsome features. “Please,” he added.
He pulled her into his arms, holding her briefly. She buried her nose in the vee of his neck and breathed in his spicy masculine scent, wanting, needing, this man for this space of time. His hand came out to stroke the top of her head, reassuring in its casualness.
She leaned back in his embrace and studied his face. His chiseled chin, the hard line of his jaw, and the strong, yet sensual, curve of his lips conjured up hot images of the two of them, naked, bodies twined as he made love to her.
No, he wouldn’t make love to her. That was too tame, and he was far too hard of a man to do anything tame. He’d devour her. He’d pin her down to the bed and rock into her, relentlessly. She wouldn’t be able to do anything but allow him to have his way with her in any way he chose.
Sienna knew she would surrender, welcome his every heated demand. This moment had been building for a week, one that was inevitable, destined to happen from the moment he’d come to the Sweet Kitty.
She made a decision, and she refused to delve into the reasons for it. She chose to only listen to her heart, for once, and nothing else. If only for one night, he would be hers.
“Yes,” she finally answered.
He pulled her toward him and covered her mouth with his. His hard mouth slanted over hers in a hot, turgid kiss. As quickly as he began to devour her mouth, he released her.
Her eyes locked with his. His face was starkly highlighted against the light gleaming from the moon and the harsh lights in the parking lot. The look on his face was frightening in its intensity. Sienna felt like running fast and far away from the hot promise in his light gray eyes.
He must have read her intent. He gathered her beneath the shelter of his arms and, with her in tow, briskly walked back toward his SUV.
“I’ll drive. We can pick up your car later.”
8
“Thank you,” Sienna murmured when Mac removed her coat and, along with his leather jacket, hung both inside the closet near the front door.
Sienna walked farther into the living area and placed her bag on the oversized white sofa. “Your home is beautiful.”
“Thanks. But it’s temporary digs for me,” he replied, and leaned against the door frame, observing her.
His intent stare unnerved her and she caught herself fidgeting, playing with the strands of hair on her wig, before stopping herself. “Temporary?”
“Yes. I don’t live in this area. Just here on business.” He peeled himself from the wall and walked toward her.
“What type of business?”
“I’m a private investigator. My partner, Kyle, and I were here on a case. We were put up in these accommodations from our client. But he’s out. For the weekend.”
The clarification didn’t go over her head. He wanted her to know that they’d be alone for the weekend.
“Can I get you something? Food? Drink?” he murmured, the heat from his body reaching out to cocoon her in its warm embrace.
She licked suddenly dry lips. “Something to drink—nonalcoholic—would be nice.”
“Why don’t you sit down.” He waved a hand, indicating for her to choose somewhere to sit amongst the comfortable-looking chairs and sofas scattered throughout the large room. “I think I have something in the fridge. I’ll be right back.”
She glanced around the tastefully furnished, if sterile, room. She wasn’t surprised that it wasn’t his home. It didn’t fit his personality. Sienna imagined the place Mac called home would be much less put-together, yet just as appealing. It would be ruggedly attractive, much like he was.
Various prints were mounted and framed, carefully arranged around the room. Glass knickknacks were set on the built-in shelves and lined the mantle of the whitewashed brick fireplace.
Instead of sitting down, Sienna roamed the room and ran careful fingers over the art on the walls.
“All I have is apple juice and milk. Hope the juice is okay.” Mac interrupted her perusal of the beautiful print she was admiring.
“That’s fine.” She accepted the juice he held out for her. Despite the flutters in her stomach, she sat down next to him on one of the small love seats and placed her drink on the table in front of them.
Sienna reached for her drink. His large hand covered hers and brought it to his mouth. He opened her palm and placed a hot kiss directly in the center.
“You don’t have to be nervous. I’m going to take care of you, Sin.”
Mac pulled her closer and slanted his lips over hers, completely covering her mouth. After what had transpired between the two of them during her lap dance, he’d been as horny as his seventeen-year-old randy nephew.
Despite what happened in the club in front of that asshole, Damian Marks, Mac knew it had been more than a dance, more than a grind, for her as well.
He’d felt her slight body tremble, quivering, as she danced in his lap, grinding her body against his cock, and had witnessed the complete ecstasy in her eyes as the orgasm burned
