Sienna’s POV

The words were barely out of his mouth when his fingers slid up my arm, slow, deliberate, until they caught the loose neckline of the shirt. He tugged it gently to the side, exposing my shoulder and the curve where neck meets collarbone.

His eyes flicked to the bare skin like he’d been starving for it.

Then his mouth was there.

Not a kiss, not yet. Just the heat of his breath first, skating over my pulse, making me shiver so hard my toes curled against the marble. His lips ...