Sienna pulled down her skirt. “And whose fault is that?” she asked tartly.
“Mine,” I said proudly. I loved it actually. I loved the thought of her being utterly bare. Anytime I wanted, I could slip my fingers into her, or my tongue, or my cock. I felt my cock harden.
She noticed it too. “Don’t you start,” she warned.
God, I instantly allowed to roam free what I knew for so long was true ?I was so in love with her ? my head was fucked. “Did I ever tell you, you’re amazing.”
“Wow,” she said while laying her hand on her chest. “I can’t even believe you’re the same person who left me to drown in the pool. What the hell is going on?”
“You know exactly what is going on. You seduced me and now I’ve become a soppy, love-sick fool.”
“Good,” she said with a cheeky grin. “Because that’s exactly how I like my men. Now, let’s go back to your place.”
She would get no argument from me there. I cleaned up and zipped up, while she put the car into motion.
As soon as we got through the door, I leaned against it and watched her. “Are you hungry?”
“I’m starving, but if I remember correctly, you have nothing in your fridge. If only you had a bit of salami.”
My eyebrows flew upwards. “You want salami?”
“Or something similar to suck on …”
“I’ll give you salami,” I said, scooping her into my arms. I threw her over my shoulder and carried her to my bed while she shrieked and giggled like a child.
I threw her on the bed, put her on all fours, and gave her my cock to suck on. I loved watching my cock disappear into her pretty face. When she had filled her belly with my seed, I opened her legs and feasted on sliced salami. Once she had climaxed, I was ready for her again. And this time, I fucked her until she screamed.
Afterwards, she flopped face down on the bed. “You’re a freaking beast,” she whispered hoarsely.
For a long time, I didn’t speak. I couldn’t. My brain was like mush. Then I picked up my phone and called for some food from around the corner. Mehdi made the best chicken kebab and garlic sauce I’d ever tasted, and I knew Sienna would love it.
“Now that the food is ordered and I have you all to myself,” she said, “I'm going to ask you at least a million questions. I want to know everything there is to know about you. Don’t you dare hold back.”
“I won’t,” I replied, for the first time my mind and heart were completely open and ready to let her in. “Fire away.”
“Okay,” she said, drawing circles on my chest. “Tell me about your dream of becoming a boxer. When did that start? What’s next?”
I thought of how I would tell her I’d abandoned the shining dream because it had lost its luster.
She misread my silence as reluctance and rushed on to speak. “It’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it. I’m sorry, perhaps that’s too personal?”
I turned to look into her beautiful eyes. “True, my natural disposition is to keep things to myself but with you, I don’t want to do that. So push me when it seems like I don’t want to say something. Chances are that I really want to, but I'm not used to opening up.”
Sienna hid her smile and snuggled even more closely to me. “Alright, I demand you tell me.”
“I was going to,” I said. “I was just trying to find a way to tell you that it’s not my big dream anymore.”
She shot up in shock. “What do you mean?”
I shrugged. “I mean I don’t want that dream anymore. It’s lost its shine.”
She licked her lips. “You’re not doing this for me, are you? Because, I’m not standing in the way of your dream. I would hate you to give up anything for me. One day, you might start to hate me for it.”
I put my finger over her lips. “Stop it. I’m giving it up because it was not my real dream. I realize now it was just an excuse to run away from my real responsibilities. I didn’t want to work in the family business, so I poured myself into the first glamorous thing I could think of. I was nineteen when I decided I wanted to train to be a fighter. It was actually too old to start. Most fighters start when they’re kids, but I was told by a trainer in the gym that I was a natural. After hearing that, I was prepared to put in the grueling hours. I was absolutely determined to make it. I guess I would have made it, but I don’t want it anymore.”
“What do you want?”
“I want you.”