“If I get a taste of what it feels like to be inside you, I won’t be able to stop. Ever. I’ve been

addicted to you since I was seventeen years old. I fought it because you were my brother’s. Then I

fought it because I wasn’t worthy of you. It’s my fault he wrapped his car around that tree that night.

I’d threatened him, and he was drunk and ran off.”

I couldn’t tell her the rest. That I had been mad that he had gotten Kimmy pregnant and had been

cheating on Sienna for over a year. I never wanted her to know that. Ever.

“Dustin made his own mistakes,” she replied. “He chose to drink and party, and he chose to drive

his car when he shouldn’t have. I begged him not to drink, but he always laughed me off, saying he

was only having fun and wasn’t hurting anyone. I let myself believe him. But in the end Dustin made

the reckless decision that took his life. He missed out on knowing our son. He missed out on his future

as a star. He missed out on so much. But it was no one’s fault but his. I blamed myself for so long, but

I know now that he made that decision. Not me. And not you.”

No one had ever told me that. I knew it was true, but no one had ever said those words to me. Still, I

knew what I’d said to Dustin to send him racing back to Sienna in a panic. He was worried I was going

to tell her what he was doing. He wanted to stop me. I’d never imagined he would get behind the

wheel.

“I loved him. I miss him every damn day,” I said, gripping the edge of the countertop. I never

talked about Dustin like this. It hurt too much.

“I loved him too. He was my best friend. He gave me the greatest gift on earth before he left me. I

have Micah.”

I wanted her memories of Dustin to remain intact. I owed my brother that much. Because I wasn’t

staying away from her anymore. She was right—Dustin had made his own decisions, and he hadn’t

cherished what he had. I would. I’d been cherishing her from afar for so damn long.

“Stay. Eat some cake with me,” I said, not wanting her to leave. “Where’s Micah?”

“Your parents’,” she replied.

“Can you stay the night?”

Her eyes went wide, and she took a deep breath. Then she nodded. “Yes.”

I shoved away from the counter. “Sienna.”

“Yes,” she replied a little breathlessly as I closed the space between us.

“Can we eat the cake later? Much later? Like for breakfast?”

She nodded again just before my mouth captured hers.

SIENNA

He was everywhere all at once. My head was spinning, and if he hadn’t backed me up against the wall,

I would have crumpled to the ground. It was overwhelming and thrilling.

Dewayne sucked on my bottom lip before trailing kisses across my jaw, then settled in to torture

the spot behind my ear. “Wanted to do this for so long,” he whispered against my skin. “This one spot.

All over. Fuck, Sienna, I don’t know if I can go slow. I want to so much, but right now I just wanna be

inside you.”

I wanted Dewayne any way I could have him. Knowing that he wanted more with me than one night

and that he wanted this made me willing to grant his every wish. “We have all night,” I told him.

Then I was off the ground, and I wrapped my legs around his waist as he walked me through a door

off to the side of the kitchen and straight to a king-size bed in the middle of the room. “Naked and on

my bed. Fucking want that. Now,” he said, jerking his shirt off and tossing it away. He reached for my

shirt, and I raised my hands willingly and let him pull it off me. His eyes looked like they had caught

fire when he took in the sight of me in my bra.

“Take it off. I want to watch,” he said, not looking away from my chest.

I unhooked the back clasp and let my bra fall forward. Then I pulled it off my arms and moved it

aside. I didn’t care where it ended up. I just cared about the look of hunger on Dewayne’s face, and

knowing it was me he was looking at like that.

It sounded like he muttered something like “magic tits,” but I wasn’t sure I’d heard him right. His

hands were on the waistband of my shorts and tugging them down, so all thoughts of his muttering left

me. I had only been completely naked with one man, and he had been a boy. He had also never taken

his time with me like this. Or looked at me like he was in awe.

Dewayne knelt down in front of me and pushed my knees apart. I sucked in a breath as he kissed

my knee and looked up at me through hooded eyes. “I love these red curls. So fucking hot.”

Oh my.

“Lay back, Sienna. And keep these legs open for me,” he said as he stood up and unzipped his

jeans. I wanted to watch him shove those jeans down, but I did as he asked, trying hard to see him. I

had fantasized about all of him for a long time too.

“I’m gonna have to taste you first. I want inside you, baby, but I gotta kiss this,” he said as his hand

cupped me between the legs. I was exposed, and I should have felt vulnerable. But it was Dewayne. It

felt right. It was exciting.

Dewayne lowered himself to his knees and picked up my right foot, then kissed it before putting

my leg over his shoulder. Then he did the same with the left. The warmth of his breath was so close I

shivered.

“Smell like the fucking candy store,” he said just before his tongue slid against me. The sensation

was amazing. I cried out and reached for something. I ended up with handfuls of the blanket

underneath me.

With each stroke of his tongue my body bucked, and tremors of pleasure coursed through me.

“Dewayne,” I whimpered as the intensity got to be too much. I was so close to something I’d only

had with myself, alone in my room.

“You close?” he asked, lifting his head. His tongue came out to lick his lips, and nothing in my life

had ever been as sexy as that man.

“Yes,” I replied, breathless.

He bent his head, then pressed a kiss to the sensitive spot that always needed the most attention,

and I moaned, unable to keep quiet. This was all more than I had ever expected.

Then he stood up, and the solid, muscled body covered in colorful tattoos was there on display. I

was so close to an orgasm that just seeing him like this almost sent me over the edge. Every hard line

of his body was beautiful. I wanted to touch him everywhere. Then my eyes dropped and went wide

with sudden panic. I wasn’t an expert on penis size since I had only been with a sixteen-year-old boy,

but that was big. Maybe too big. Sex had always been uncomfortable with Dustin, and sometimes hurt.

He said it was because he was too big and I was too tight, but that . . . Oh no.

“Much as I like you looking, I’m not feeling very patient right now,” he said before lowering

himself over me. “God, you’re perfect,” he said, then kissed the tip of one of my breasts.

He wasn’t going to think I was perfect when he didn’t fit inside me. Or when I was screaming in

pain and begging him to stop. This was what I had wanted for so long, and now I was positive it wasn’t

going to happen. I tensed and closed my eyes, praying that I didn’t embarrass myself and do

something like cry. If I could just suffer through the pain . . . I would do anything for Dewayne. I just

hoped I could do it quietly.

“Sienna?” Dewayne’s voice was concerned. Of course it was. I was acting like an idiot and he

hadn’t even tried to get inside me yet.

I opened my eyes and looked up at him. I was so sorry. I wanted this. I wanted him. But the pain. It

had been bad at first with Dustin, and I knew once a guy got going he couldn’t stop just because you

were crying in pain. He had to finish.

“What’s wrong, baby?” he said as he brushed my hair out of my face with his thumb, then ran it