Saving Sienna (MacArthur Family #3) by Katie Reus


Four months ago

Carson held on to Sienna’s hips, holding her closer than necessary as they swayed to the music. This woman was pure fire in his arms, sensual, funny, and gorgeous.

His sister Kathryn had just gotten married and she and her new husband—Sienna’s brother—had already left.

But the reception was in full swing and even though he’d planned on leaving early, he’d decided to stay as long as Sienna did. Because he couldn’t seem to get enough of her.

“I’ve never seen you look so relaxed,” Sienna said. She had a bunch of little flower things in her hair and had curled it so that it was around her face in waves, making her look like a fairy princess.

And the fact that he was thinking those words told him he’d probably had too much to drink. “I know how to have a good time,” he murmured, his gaze falling to her mouth. Damn, he wanted to show her a good time. Wanted to get her off with his mouth, his fingers, hear her moan his name as she came…

She snorted softly.

He frowned. “What?”

“Nothing. You just always seem so serious.”

For the most part he was. No use denying that. In the last couple weeks he’d learned that Sienna was most definitely not. They’d both been involved in the wedding—Daniel had surprisingly asked Carson to be a groomsman, and his sister had asked Sienna to be a bridesmaid, which was not a surprise. Those two were thick as thieves. And everyone seemed to like Sienna.

Himself included.

She always had a mischievous gleam in her eyes though, as if she was up to something. And he found himself ridiculously intrigued by her. He wanted to know every little thing about her, which disturbed him.

As the music stopped, she grabbed his hand and tugged him along with her without even asking.

Later, he would realize he hadn’t even thought to protest, he’d just gone along. Because why wouldn’t he? “Where are we going?” he asked as she continued off the dance floor and through the throng of tables. It was like the bride and groom had invited the whole town.

She flashed him a quick grin that lit up her whole face. “You’ll see.”

For a brief moment he wondered if she was going to drag them up to her hotel room. Even though it would likely be a mistake since they were sort of related now, he found he didn’t care in the least. But no, she was taking them to the kitchen.

“Pretty sure you’re not allowed in here,” he said as she pushed through the swinging door to where the catering crew was moving about.

To his surprise, one of the servers smiled and gave her a little wave. “Hey, Sienna, you need anything?”

“No. Daniel said he left something for me.”

The woman smiled and nodded and didn’t question their presence at all.

Carson followed her to one of the walk-in refrigerators and couldn’t help but stare as she bent over, her already tight-fitting dress pulling taut against the most perfect ass in the world as she bent down and grabbed…

She made a sound of pleasure as she pulled out a very expensive bottle of champagne and held it up. “Success!”

Carson lifted an eyebrow. He recognized the brand and it was like a month’s salary for him. Probably more. “Your brother left that for you?”

She lifted a shoulder, that mischievous glint firmly in place. “Maybe not for me exactly, but he’s already gone, so this is ours.”

He shook his head slightly and, moving on instinct, he grabbed for her hip, tugging her to him. God, he wanted this woman more than he’d ever wanted anyone. She called to him on the most basic level.

She moved immediately against him, wrapping her arms around his neck, the bottle lying against his back as their mouths collided.

They’d been flirting on and off over the last week through all the wedding stuff, and deep down he knew they’d been building to this. Hopefully to more. Because she was the kind of woman you held on to and never let go.

She tasted sweet, like the cake they’d had earlier. And she felt like heaven in his arms, tall and lean, and she fit perfectly against him.

Suddenly the door opened and Sienna pulled back.

One of the servers he recognized from the kitchen stared at them wide-eyed. “Oh, ah, I’m sorry.”

“No, we’re sorry. We’ll get out of your way.” Then Sienna was moving again, tugging him along with her.

He wasn’t used to being manhandled but he found he liked it when Sienna did it. He realized he was simply following her anywhere she dragged him and… He was surprisingly okay with that. She could manhandle him straight to the bedroom. Or shower. Or any flat surface really. He wanted her hands all over him.