Page 44 of Loyalty

“About three years or so, huh?”

“How did you know that?”

“Infamous, remember?”

John nodded, and let out a dry laugh. “Yeah, that.”

“I don’t do this often, either,” she admitted.

“No?”

“Nope.”

John wet his lips. “I live in Queens.”

Siena smiled. “I live five blocks away.”

“Do you feel better with your place?”

“I would, actually.”

John’s hand rested just above the curve of Siena’s ass as they began walking back in the direction they had come. He would be needing his Mercedes, now. Siena tucked tightly into his side the whole way.

• • •

“You’re not second-guessing being here, are you?”

Siena’s soft question drew his attention away from the window overlooking the street below. Her Brooklyn apartment was about as big as he expected it to be, given the area. Clean, though, and meticulous in organization.

He liked that.

John found Siena sipping on a glass of water just a few feet away in the space between the open kitchen and living room. She had discarded his jacket, and her lips were back to their unpainted pink.

Compliments of his kiss.

She started it.

He didn’t want to stop.

Siena’s fingertips edged along the hem of her short dress, and his gaze followed the path. A flash of creamy, shapely thighs, and his heart raced all over again.

His dick got hard, too.

Fuck, it had been way too long.

“Definitely not second-guessing anything,” he told her.

Siena grinned, and hooked a finger at him. John took her silent gesture for what it seemed like, and came closer until he could take the glass from her hand. He set it aside on a small table beside the couch.

“I need a little help,” she told him.

“With what, bella mia?”

Siena tipped her head to the side. “Getting this off.”

John laughed a husky sound, and nodded once. He didn’t mind helping her out with that at all.

It wasn’t just her mouth that tasted like sweetness and sin, he learned. It was her jaw, too. The curve of her shoulder as he dragged her dress down. The spot where her spine met the back of her neck, and the dimples right above the swell of her ass. Skin so fucking soft, he couldn’t stop touching her. Hair like curled silk when he drove his fingers in it.