“I trust you, Noah.”
“You trust me? Even after I told you how I hurt my wife?”
“Ex-wife.”
A half-smile curled at my lips. “Formalities.”
She sat up on her elbows, her thick, red locks draping over her shoulders and down her back. “I don’t know about you, but if a simple kiss between us had the power to have us both so wrapped up in this attraction we have for each other, I would risk everything to see what happens once we surrender to it.”
I cupped her cheek, tracing my thumb along her glistening bottom lip. “Even if the risk ends up ruining you?”
“And you.”
“No.” I shook my head lightly. “I’m already ruined, Sienna.”
“That’s okay.” She placed a gentle palm over mine, still cupping her cheek. “At least you have nothing to lose then.”
“Maybe I no longer care about myself.” I unbuttoned her shorts, sliding the zipper down painfully slow, making sure I touched her naked skin as much as fucking possible. I wanted her to be aware of every touch, every kiss, every breath. I wanted her to be intoxicated by me as much as she consumed me.