Page 40 of Savage Heart
She sighs and hangs her head. I wait for her to begin crying, but she doesn’t. Instead, she takes a deep breath in and lets it out in a rush, as if she’s tired of feeling bad.
“Thank you, but I’m not sure I’ll ever forget what my brother did. I know you probably think tonight and all those days I was tied to that chair were what’s bothering me, but even worse than that is that he took away something important to me I’ll never get the chance to experience.”
With tears in her eyes, she looks up at me and blows the air out of her lungs. “I was looking forward to graduation day. I worked so hard to graduate with honors, and he took that away without a single thought.”
“I’m sorry. I know that meant the world to you.”
Sienna practically collapses onto the bed, sitting on the edge like she can’t stand a moment longer. “It did. When I changed schools from Brown to Yale, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to do it. Everyone thinks I’m so smart, but that kind of change isn’t something that always works out.”
As I sit down next to her, I tell her something I’ve never said to anyone in the two years I didn’t see her. “I wish I was there all that time. I never thought you’d have a problem adjusting, but now I’m thinking it wasn’t as easy for you as I imagined.”
When she turns to look at me, I see how happy my being there would have made her. “I would have liked to have you there with me, Alaric. I missed you.”
“You don’t have to miss me anymore. I’m right here on this bed that feels like a cloud.”
That makes her giggle, and her cheeks turn a sweet shade of pink. “It does, doesn’t it?”
“I think we should see if this cloud can handle the two of us together.”
Sienna smiles broadly and shakes her head. “I have this image of angels having sex on a cloud.”
I snake my arm around her waist and lean back onto the bed, pulling her down on top of me. As she stares into my eyes, I wink at her. “I’m no angel.”
Rolling her hips, she presses her bare pussy to my hard cock still covered by my tux pants. “I’m not sure I am either.”
My eyes flutter closed as the feel of her body rubbing against mine sends delicious sensations rolling through me. God, I’ve missed this. I told myself I could live without this—live without her. I rationalized that she deserved to have a chance at the life of her dreams, and I couldn’t be part of that.
I wanted her to be happy, but I was lying to myself. I need her in my life.
My hands skim down over her body, sure of their way because I memorized every inch of her that first time we were together. Her sides that are so ticklish that she snickers when my fingertips graze her skin. Her hips that flare out from her waist, womanly and beautiful. Her ass that I love to cup in my hands.
The feel of her petal-soft skin against my palms makes me wish my hands didn’t have callouses. She deserves better than the roughness I offer. Still, she doesn’t cringe when I touch her, instead urging me on with her gentle sighs and needy moans with every inch I caress.
“Is something wrong?” she whispers, and I open my eyes to see concern written all over her face.
I shake my head and smile. “Nothing except the look on your face. Not exactly what a man hopes to see when he has a naked woman on top of him.”
Sienna rolls her eyes. “I look like this because you seemed to be a million miles away there for a minute. Your eyes were closed, and it felt like you touched my ass and something made you stop. What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I was just thinking how much I love your body. I thought I memorized every inch of it the first time we had sex, but tonight feels like you’re brand new to me again.”
Her eyes grow wide with appreciation. “Really? I like that. It’s so romantic.”
Tilting my hips up, I push my hard cock against her pussy and grin. “I’ve got something else you might like.”
“So much for romance.”
She bites her lip, a clear sign that while she may want romance, she also wants what I’m rubbing against her. Leaning down, she kisses me long and deep and says, “Then again, I’m not sure there’s anything more romantic than a man rescuing a damsel in distress like you did for me tonight.”
“That’s me. Riding in on my white horse to save the day.”
Sienna’s eyebrows shoot up into her forehead in disbelief as she slides her palms down my chest to unbutton my pants. “White horse? Are you the same man who kidnapped a damsel in distress one time?”
As she reaches under my pants to palm my cock, I smile at her description of me. “Only once. I promised said damsel I’d never do that again.”
She tugs my pants down my legs and tosses them onto the floor before climbing back on top of me. This time, her wet pussy rests along my hard shaft, teasing me with what’s to come.
Her expression serious, she steadies herself with her palms on my chest and sighs. “I didn’t think you’d take that to mean not sleeping with anyone while we weren’t together, Alaric. I love that you didn’t, though.”