That she liked him only made him crazier for her.
Watching her sip at her latte, he shifted on the rug. If they didn’t put clothes on soon, he wouldn’t last until she finished drinking. He’d never met a woman so at peace in her skin. Hell, even the supermodels he’d slept with always assumed some semblance of modesty after the deed was done, reaching for their designer underwear or robes. Sienna didn’t seem to feel the need. She sat on the floor, her back resting against the sofa’s edge, her hair a wild mess of tousled copper around her head and shoulders, her knees bent, her ankles together. From where he lay on his side beside her, he could feast on the sight of her breasts without any interference.
Trying to remain a calmly controlled adult was damn near killing him.
“I should call a taxi. Or book an Uber.”
He frowned. “Huh? What?”
She chuckled. “I’m going to need to get home to Zach soon, Mr. Cool.”
His gut knotted. No. He didn’t want her to go. “So soon?”
She licked at the foam on her top lip. “He’s only fifteen, remember. I don’t like leaving him alone for too long, and it is almost midnight.”
Shit, was it? He dropped his watch a quick glance. “Do you want to call him? Make sure he’s okay?”
Lowering her mug, she shook her head. “I don’t want to wake him if he’s asleep. Although the odds of that are pretty slim. Having said that, I also don’t want to warn him if he’s having a party.”
James narrowed his eyes. “Would he do that?”
“Probably not, but I’m not one-hundred percent sure. We really are still getting to know each other. I get the feeling the spoiled petulant boy I first met who liked pissing people off may not be the real Zach, but…” She shrugged. Hope laced her words, along with a warmth he recognized—the protective, soul-deep feelings only a sibling could have for another person. It stirred something in him. Something profound. Christ, she was beautiful. On every level. If he wasn’t careful, he’d fall in—
“I think we’re finally getting along.”
“Who?” What the hell was he thinking? There was no way he could be—
“Zach and I.” Her eyebrows dipped into a curious frown. “Who did you think I was talking about?”
He didn’t answer. How did a super-successful, multi-billionaire confess he hoped a woman was talking about him and her? Especially when he’d swooped back into her life with the sole intent of making it a tormented nightmare?
She studied him, waiting for him to say something.
He ground his teeth, feeling unsettled. Was it because he hoped she’d stay the night when he’d never wanted any other lover to do so? Or because he wanted her to be thinking about him as much as he was thinking of her?
“Would you like me to go get Zachary?” Yes, bringing her brother here was a smart move. All of them together…under the one roof. “Bring him back here? I can check on the possible party status while there and deal with it if need be. I’ve got a brilliant security team on-call who can clean up—” He trailed off. “That was too much, wasn’t it?”
She gave him a small smile. “A tad.”
He dragged himself upright, resting his back on the sofa beside her. “Sorry. I’m just…” He stopped again. How did he say what he wanted to without sounding like a foolish teenager?
“Enjoying being with me?”
His heart slammed into his throat. “Yes.”
She drew in a slow breath, her gaze on his face. “I’m as surprised as you are.”
“We really didn’t have a good beginning, did we?” He paused, frowning. “Well, our second beginning. Or is it our third?”
“And yet here we are. What happens next?”
“I make love to you again?”
She chuckled at his attempt at flippant humor. Did she have any idea his question was sincere? “Not tonight, as much as I want to.”
I want to.
Her confession sheared through him. She wanted to make love to him again. “Tomorrow?”
She caught her bottom lip with her teeth. “I think…”
His heart thumped harder.