Page 270 of John + Siena: The Complete Duet

John kissed her again, then. All tongue and teeth warring. A hard kiss that left her lips numb, and her tongue tingling. She found he kissed the same way he fucked.

Deep and fast.

Unforgiving, and passionate.

A sweet dance she had come to crave.

Constantly.

John buried his face into her neck, and his teeth left marks behind on her pulse point. Each thrust of his cock brought her a little bit closer to the edge. Every time he withdrew, his length dragged across every single one of her most sensitive spots. Her heels dug into his back while her words urged him on, whispered fast and low into his hair.

There, there ... almost there.

“Come on, give it to me, love,” she heard him grunt against her neck.

His fingers dug deeper.

Her nails drew lines across his shoulders.

The orgasm came on swift, and left her a mess in his arms. John didn’t seem to mind. It was only then that his pace slowed, and he went back to kissing her. Her mouth, cheeks, the tip of her nose, and down over her jaw. His thrusts came at a leisurely pace. He took his time getting himself to where he wanted, and Siena didn’t mind at all.

She wanted to do this for the rest of her life with him.

Calm him.

Love him.

Have him.

Someday, someday … someday.

Her mind chanted it.

Someday soon.

He would be all hers, then.

John came with a shaky exhale, and his eyes locked on hers. His thumbs trembled when he stroked them over her jaw, and then her lips.

One softer kiss to her lips …

A quiet, “I love you, my girl.”

And then the phone rang.

Reality was always waiting to call them home.

He would be so angry with you for this.

Siena’s inner voice taunted her, but she pushed it aside to deal with her current task. There would come a day in their life when she would no longer have to do something like this. There would come a day when John would have her every single day—he could come to her, and never have to worry about needing someone else to have his back like she did.

That’s what she kept telling herself, anyway.

It made this easier.

She had almost talked herself out of it, but ended up just doing it. Dialing a familiar number before she could think twice, she put the phone to her ear, and waited the ringing out.

One ring.