Page 215 of John + Siena: The Complete Duet

“No, none of them thought the other one knew what they were doing. My family is both large, and strange sometimes.”

“I think they’re wonderful.”

John blinked, and the two of them stilled in their dance. “Yeah, they kind of are, huh?”

“They love you very much, John.”

“I know.”

Siena leaned up, and pressed a kiss to John’s lips. She intended for it to only be a quick kiss, but he pressed his hand against her lower back with a firm touch, and wouldn’t let her go. She didn’t mind at all, and soon, their kiss had once again deepened into something far hotter than how it had first started.

“I don’t want to dance anymore,” she whispered against his lips.

John’s smile turned sinful. “Me, either.”

His skillful hands made quick work of unzipping her dress from the back. Never once did his lips leave hers, and if they did, it was only long enough to kiss her chin, or down the column of her throat. She loved the way the taste of him lingered on her tongue. A heavy, heady unique-to-him scent and flavor that always left her a little wet between her thighs, and hot on her skin.

Cool air hit Siena’s body as John dragged her dress down. His warm palms slid over her curves, and he finally pulled back from their kiss long enough to let his gaze wander over the black lace panty and bra set she wore.

While his attention was on her, she started undoing his jacket, and vest. John let her pull the items off, along with his tie. She was working on the buttons of his dress shirt when, without warning, he dropped to his knees.

He didn’t give her much time to think, or react. No, he simply grabbed the waist of the lace panties, and yanked them down her thighs with a hard tug. The material pulled against her skin, making her release a sharp breath.

John’s husky chuckles echoed.

Siena looked down.

She only saw the flash of his hazel gaze, and that was it. Suddenly, his face was buried between her thighs, his tongue was assaulting her clit in the best way, and the rest of her thought process was gone.

Just like that.

Poof.

It was like time hadn’t separated them. Space hadn’t been between them. The seconds, hours, days, and months away no longer mattered. He knew her body, and just how to love it in the right way to get her hot, shaking, and falling over that blissful edge in barely any time at all.

Siena gasped when John’s mouth left her sex. She wanted to refuse, and pull him right back, but his quick, dark order came too fast for her to speak.

“Open up more for me,” she heard him demand. “Now, babe.”

Two sharp taps of his hands to her inner thighs had her legs opening wider. He was back between her body in a flash—his tongue on her clit again, but this time, his fingers joined the effort. Two inside her pussy fucked her hard, and then widening to stretch her open as he drew them back out of her sex.

She could hear how fucking wet she was.

She could smell her own sex.

Her noises echoed.

Sweet, breathless sounds.

“Come on, come on,” he growled against her inner thigh. “Give me that honey of yours, Siena.”

Jesus.

She came so hard.

It took away her sight for a brief second.

Her breath, too.