I grin against her neck and don’t let up, shifting between quick, fluttering touches and firmer digs at her ticklish spots. She twists and writhes, legs kicking playfully until they wrap tight around my hips, pulling me closer rather than pushing me away.
“Say you’ll stay in bed with me for five more minutes and I’ll stop.”
“Milo, stop—I can’t breathe!” She gasps between fits of giggles, hands shoving weakly at my shoulders while her curls fly everywhere. Her cheeks are flushed pink, eyes sparkling with pure joy.
God, I love the sound of her laugh. It’s loud, uninhibited, and lights up her whole face. I could listen to it forever.
“Wrong answer,” I tease, tickling her a little more intensely until she’s breathless and squirming wildly beneath me. “You still have time to change it.”
“Okay—okay!Five minutes!” She finally surrenders, still giggling as I ease up and collapse beside her. She turns to face me, cheeks rosy, breathing hard, but smiling so wide it makes my chest ache. “You’re the worst.”
I don’t even try to deny it.
We stay tangled together for those five minutes, wrapped around each other as if we have all the time in the world. I pull her closer, chest to chest, and kiss her slowly, savoring every second. She curls into me with a contented sigh, herfingers tracing aimless patterns across my chest and along my collarbone.
My hand drifts up and down the smooth curve of her back, fingertips brushing along her spine. Every now and then, I let my palm settle on her ass, giving it a gentle, possessive squeeze before continuing my lazy exploration.
“Okay, five minutes are up,” she announces, peeling herself out of my embrace. “I have to get ready. Aria booked us all mani-pedis for the wedding tomorrow and if I’m late, she’ll kill me.”
I groan dramatically, reaching out to grab her waist one last time. But she knows my tricks. She shoots up off the bed before I can reach her, then, with a smirk, pads toward the bathroom and locks the door behind her.
I stay in bed a moment longer, listening as the water turns on, already missing her warmth. Minutes pass before I let out a reluctant groan, push myself off the bed, and make my way into the kitchenette to make breakfast.
Twenty minutes later, when Sienna finally emerges in a baby blue sundress that grazes mid-thigh and shows way more cleavage than necessary, I feel that familiar pull in my chest again.
I slide both plates onto the table, then pull her onto my lap before she can sit across from me. She gasps, hands bracing on the table’s edge as she twists to look at me, eyes wide with surprise.
“You’re a little obsessed with me this morning, Milo.” she says, amused.
I don’t answer with words. Instead, I nuzzle into the side of her neck, pressing slow, open-mouthed kisses just below her ear as my hand glides down her side, coming to rest dangerously high on her thigh, fingers tracing lazy circles just beneath the hem of her dress.
Sienna shivers and leans back against my chest with a soft laugh that turns breathy when my lips find the sensitive spot on her neck again.
Grabbing a forkful of eggs, I press it to her lips. She opens her mouth and takes a bite, tilting her head to give me better access to kiss her. A little moan escapes as my hand slides higher on her thigh, fingertips brushing the edge of her thong.
“You’re going to make me late on purpose,” she accuses, but she’s smiling, her hips shifting just enough to press against the growing hardness in my shorts.
“Maybe,” I admit, kissing her again. “Or maybe I just like knowing you’ll be thinking about me while you’re getting your nails done. Thinking about my hands on you… my mouth on you…”
Her breath hitches, cheeks flushing pink. “You’re evil.”
“You love it.”
She laughs again, pressing one last kiss to my mouth before sliding off my lap. “I do, but I really have to go now.”
I don’t let her get far. I catch her wrist and tug her back between my legs, pulling her down so she’s perched on my thigh again. “Not yet. You barely ate anything.”
She raises an eyebrow, but there’s a playful glint in her eyes. “You’re really not going to let me leave, are you?”
“Not until you’ve had breakfast.” I spear a piece of pineapple from the bowl, then, instead of letting her take it, slowly rub it along her lower lip, coating it with sticky juice.
Her breath catches. “Milo…”
“Open,” I murmur, my voice low.
She obeys instantly, eyes locked on mine as I slide the pineapple between her lips. She bites down, juice dripping down her chin. Before she can wipe it away, I lean in and catch a droplet with my tongue, then kiss her slowly, tasting the sweet pineapple on her lips.
Sienna moans softly into the kiss, one hand coming up to cup the back of my neck. When I pull back, her lips are shiny and swollen. I pick up another piece and drag it across both her lips, making them glisten even more, then push it into her mouth.
