“Beef,” she said, biting her thumbnail. “Lots and lots of beef.”
I scoffed. “Just not anything with pineapple.”
“What do you have against pineapple?”
“Pineapple has no place on pizza.”
“Extra pineapple it is.” She grabbed the phone, shot me a sly grin, and started dialing, turning her back toward me.
While listening to her order dinner, I shamelessly admired her body. Those damn legs of hers teased me into a frenzy, leaving my thoughts in a place where she had her heels imprinted in my back, her thighs clenched around my neck, and my face buried in her pussy. I could practically taste her.
Fuck. Get a grip, you asshole.
“Thank you.” She hung up and turned to face me. “Pizza should be here in half an hour.”
I simply nodded, rubbing the back of my neck, my dick so damn hard I had to fucking move and get away from her. “I’m going to take a shower.”
“Can I join?”
I stilled, refusing to look at her as I clenched my jaw, images of her wet body against mine slicing through my brain like fucking blades. “Just.” I bit my lip, holding my hand up. “Stay here.”
“You sure?”
“Jesus,” I muttered. “Yes, I’m sure.” My feet hit the laminated floors as I stomped down the hall, desperate to fucking get a grip on myself. This woman had me all tied up, and I didn’t know how to fight it—whetherI even wanted to fight it.
It was a cold fucking shower, and I leaned against the tiled wall with forehead to my arm as the icy drops poured down my back. The cold shock to my system didn’t help to get rid of my hard-on—especially since the only thing I could see when I closed my eyes was her. Naked. Back arched and cunt glistening.
Fuck.
I wrapped my palm around my shaft, squeezing tight before working my hand up and down my cock’s length. Maybe if I got rid of it the old-fashioned way I’d be able to get through this night without having my dick fall right into her goddamn pussy.
My thoughts drifted back to that morning, my cock fucking her mouth, her tongue lapping and licking, letting her spit coat my length. She took me all the way back in her throat, her jaw slacked and her teeth teasing gently.
The way she stared up at me from under thick lashes, her eyes radiating with submission, begging me to take control. If only she knew how she affected me just by being near, she would know she didn’t need to tease and seduce me. She was tempting me just by fucking breathing.
I flexed my hips, imagining I was deep inside her, fucking her while her cries mixed with the pitter-patter of the water falling on the tiles. My palm worked my dick so damn fast, and I came so hard I had to slam my fist against the wall to keep myself from groaning out loud. It was more pain than pleasure, the fantasy not even close to comparing with the reality of how good it felt to be with her.
Turning around, I leaned with my back against the wall; my head bowed as the water cascaded down, drops running down the side of my face. Who was I kidding? It wasn’t just about the sex. If it were, I wouldn’t have been able to go without it for years, not once feeling the urge to succumb to temptation. It was about her. There was something about her that lured me in. It was this damn connection she and I seemed to share, this undeniable link between us that acted as a magnet, pulling us close, refusing to let go.
I got out of the shower, not feeling even a little sated by jerking off like a damn teenager. After pulling a shirt over my head, my eye caught the floor panels under which I hid my secrets. One glance and it reminded me of all the baggage I was dragging with me. Shit that would never go away, no matter where I went or how hard I tried to hide from it all. It would always be there, like a shadow clinging to me with no intention of ever letting go. And if I were a better man, I would make sure Sienna stayed the hell away from me. Nothing good could come from this—from us ever being together. I ruined everyone and everything close to me. There was no part of me that deserved to let anyone back in. My moral compass needed to be adjusted, and I needed to do the right thing by walking away from this before it got even more complicated.
Sienna stood on her toes in the kitchen, her arms stretched, pulling her shirt up and giving me a glimpse of the naked skin of her waist. It was the universe’s way of fucking with me. I was sure of it.
“I might need some help here,” she said as she tried to reach for the wine glasses on the top shelf.
“Let me.” Before she got a chance to move out of the way, I was reaching over her, my front rubbing against her back. The electricity was instant, and we both held our breaths, stilling, too scared to fucking move as if we waited for the bomb to explode.
The way she leaned her head to the side, her hair draping down her back, the vein in her neck was visible, pulsing to the rhythm of her heartbeat.
We were polar opposites. Fire and ice. Sun and moon. But even though we were so different, there was a connection. A link. A nexus between two elements.
I inhaled deep, allowing her sensual scent of vanilla to fill my lungs and fog my mind. How easy it would be to drag my lips across her shoulder, up her neck and force her to look back so I could claim those magical lips and kiss her stupid.
As if she read my mind, she glanced back, lifting her chin so she could look me in the eye. Just an inch. One inch and a single breath were all that stood between my lips and hers. My cock stirred, and I wanted to roll my hips and grind my dick against her ass, let her feel what she was doing to me.
“Noah.” She breathed.
“Yeah?”