And I realize that this is where I want to be.
Every night.
With her.
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Milo
Sienna is curledagainst my side like she was made to fit there, one leg thrown over mine, her head tucked under my chin. Her breathing is slow and even, warm little puffs against my chest.
I don’t move.
I just lie there, letting the quiet morning settle over me, memorizing every detail—the weight of her body, the way her curls tickle my skin, the tiny little freckles dusting her nose.
She feels like home in a way I’ve never let myself want before.
She stirs, nuzzling closer with a soft, sleepy sound that tightens my chest. When she cracks one eye open and sees me already awake, propped against the headboard with my laptop awkwardly balanced on my thigh, a sleepy grin spreads across her face.
“Iknewyou were the type to bring color-coded spreadsheets to bed,” she mumbles, her voice husky from sleep and last night’s screaming. “It’s insanely hot.”
I chuckle and close the laptop, setting it aside. “Some of us have actual work to do, even on vacation.”
“You certainly put in the work last night,” she teases, stretching languidly. The sheet slips down, revealing the curve of her bare shoulder and the faint marks I left on her skin.
I smile, remembering how she rode my face and how she looked when she came so hard she couldn’t speak. Leaning forward, I press a lingering kiss to her bare shoulder. “Hmm. You’re so beautiful.”
She laughs softly. “Even with sleep crusted in my eyes?”
I look into those beautiful doe-brown eyes and nod. “Even with sleep crusted in your eyes,” I confirm, pressing a kiss to her forehead, then to her lips.
We linger in bed a little longer, trading lazy kisses and soft touches. My hand strokes up and down her back. Hers traces mindless patterns across my chest. Every brush of skin feels like a promise we’re both too scared to say out loud yet.
Eventually, she sighs and sits up, the sheet pooling around her waist, breasts on full display. I can’t tear my eyes away.
I’ll never get over how utterly beautiful she is.
She catches me staring, and a sleepy smile tugs at her lips. “Shower?”
“Together?” I murmur, running my tongue across my lower lip as I watch her nipples pebble under my stare.
She grins, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Tempting, but if we shower together, I’ll be late meeting the girls.”
“Then why’d you phrase it like you were asking me to showerwithyou?”
“I don’t know.” She laughs, the sound warm and husky.
I groan dramatically, reaching out to grab her waist and pull her back down before she can escape. “Five more minutes.”
She laughs again, trying to wiggle free, but I’m already rolling on top of her, pinning her gently with my weight. “Milo! I have to get ready!”
“Not yet,” I murmur, nuzzling into her neck and pressing open-mouth kisses along her throat. “You smell too good, and you’re warm, and I’m too selfish.”
She squirms beneath me, giggling as my stubble scratches her skin. “You’re impossible.”
Humming against her throat, I slide my hands down her sides and start tickling her properly—fingers digging in with just the right pressure, skittering lightly over her ribs and waist. Her reaction is immediate.
“Milo!” she squeals, body jerking and twisting beneath me as bright laughter spills out of her. “Stop! That’s not fair!”
