SIENNA
The kiss was supposed to be just a distraction, but he responded with such passion that there was no way to resist him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and reciprocated every movement of his tongue. There was something between us, something undeniable, something that was hard to put into words… something special.
His hands easily slid under the shirt that I was wearing, grasping my bottom. Not that I minded that. I wanted him to do more. And I wasn’t the only one. The ink was tickling me where our skin touched, creating goosebumps.
“We need to stop,” he muttered and turned away from me.
But.
His hands were still holding me in place.
“We really don’t have to,” I murmured as I bent lower to his neck, leaving a wet trail of kisses. Slowly.
“Sienna!” his grip on me tightened,
