“Who’s the pervert now?”
She grinned and did it again.
“Sienna, don’t,” I warned in a low voice.
“Stop me if you can.”
“That’s the thing, I don’t want to stop you.”
Her mouth formed an O, but before she could react, I flipped us over to one side. I was getting hard again. I slid out of her, and when I pushed back in, her eyes widened. I came closer, feathering my lips on the tip of her nose, then repeating the movement over her mouth.
All day today I’d felt as if I’d been trapped under a rock and couldn’t breathe, right until I’d had Sienna with me again.
“What are you thinking about?” she murmured.
“That you’re amazing, and you changed my life.”
“I did? How?”
“I can’t explain. The way I look at certain things, experience them.”
She smiled, hiding her face in my chest. “You’re making me blush.”
“Looks good on you.”
“I see. Flattery. I think you have an ulterior motive, mister. And your ulterior motives are usually not so innocent.”
“Maybe.” I grinned. She looked up when I caressed her shoulder with the back of my fingers. I couldn’t stop touching her when she was this close.
“I knew it.”
“Come here and kiss me, woman. Tonight, you’re all mine.”
Chapter Thirty-Three
Sienna
Next morning, I woke up with a remarkably clear head. No hangover, not even a headache. I had to thank this gorgeous man for insisting I drink water last night in between our sexy shenanigans. Right now, he was fast asleep, with his back t
o me. That was no good. I wanted to study him. As surreptitiously as possible, I moved to the other side of the bed. Much better. I could watch him to my heart’s desire right now. I feasted my eyes, but then the temptation to touch him was too big. I dragged my fingers down his chest in a featherlight touch.
Wait a second! He wasn’t sleeping. There was a slight movement in his eyes behind his eyelids. The corners of his lips twitched.
He’d been pretending. Well, well. I could play this game. I placed my hand back on the bed, waiting him out. One minute passed, then two. Then five. Right... clearly he was better at this than I was. Unable to hold back any longer, I poked his shoulder.
His eyes flashed open the next second, and he broke into laughter.
“I was curious how long you’d hold out,” he said between guffaws.
“And here I was, trying not to wake you up.”
“Your hands were all over me. How’s that trying?”
I shrugged a shoulder, smiling coyly. “I said I tried. I didn’t say I was successful.”
“You deserve a lesson for waking me up.”
“You weren’t sleeping. It doesn’t count.”