Page 103 of Disgrace

His hands squeezed her ass firmly. The action made Siena laugh.

She pushed up higher on her knees, and crawled up John’s body where she stopped just a breath away from his lips. His gaze zoned in on her mouth, and his pupils dilated as he watched her lips curve into a grin. His tongue peeked out to wet the seam of his lips.

Then, the corner of his mouth quirked up in a half-assed smirk that instantly made her wet between her thighs. She found herself wondering what she might have to do to get him to put that tongue of his to work on her pussy.

Yeah, she went to that dirty place fast. All because of him, too. He didn’t have to even try. He barely did a thing!

Goddamn.

This man was terribly sexy.

More than he could possibly know.

“Are you going to kiss me good morning, or what?” John asked.

Siena’s gaze drifted to the clock on the nightstand. A time flashed back at her, and made her frown. Like she thought when he first woke her up, they wouldn’t have very much time together. Life would come along to separate them all too soon.

“As long as that’s all we do.”

John’s fingers dug into her backside even harder than before, and he grinded her lower half against his. He didn’t even try to stifle the groan of her name. “That’s unfair, and you give me more credit for my control than I actually have.”

Siena laughed, and then pressed a fast kiss to John’s lips. Her innocent gesture soon turned into something much hotter. Heated coals coaxed into a raging flame with every graze of their lips, and tease of his tongue. She loved the way he urged her to kiss him deeper with flicks of his tongue against hers, and then the way he bit her bottom lip just hard enough to take her breath away.

She found herself rolled over on the bed in a single breath, and John hovered above her. The hard lines of his body were like a canvas of art for her—unblemished and mostly unmarked. She could stare at him all day, and never be bored.

His fingers tangled with hers, and pressed them into the pillow above her head. He fit perfectly between her widened thighs, and she could feel his erection growing harder against her naked thigh with every shift of their bodies.

John dropped a kiss to her nose.

One to each eyelid.

A path across her jaw.

Dotted kisses to her cheeks.

It was so sweet, that all she could do was smile when he finally came back to her lips. For the moment, the two could pretend like a war wasn’t raging outside their small bubble. That nothing was wrong in their life.

They could be normal.

“I missed you,” he said quietly.

His words grazed her lips like his kiss had. A soft-spoken promise that only brushed along her surface, but somehow managed to reach deep into her heart, and grab tight. An assurance that would never let her go.

She couldn’t let it go.

“I missed you, too,” she said.

John grinned. “I figured I had the chance to come over, so I might as well take it.”

“Not complaining.”

“Didn’t think you would.”

All over again, she was struck by how at ease John seemed compared to the last time. “You look a lot better—headspace-wise, I mean.”

“Do I?”

“Mmhmm.”