Before Sienna could move, he leaned down, placing both his palms on either side of her on the couch.
Sienna thought she had forgotten how to breathe.
Shit! I need an Oxygen mask.
She stared straight at his dark shades, "Hunter…" She started again, trying to keep her voice steady, "You're misunderstanding."
"I don't think so, Sugar," He whispered, his face tilted down a little. He was looking at her lips.
"I need to kiss you," he said, and then lazily bent ahead. Sienna's heart was racing as her lashes fluttered. She waited for that familiar touch and that minty breath on her mouth and closed her eyes.
The kiss was soft at first, as if he was trying to get used to her lips. Or maybe he was giving her a chance to back off.
When she didn't, it was all he needed.
His lips pushed against hers as he deepened the kiss. His hands were still on the couch, and Sienna wanted him to wrap them around her.
