Page 217 of John + Siena: The Complete Duet

Warm sunlight danced over Siena’s naked shoulders, but the sensation was nothing compared to John’s kisses dotting down her spine. He kissed all the way down, and then back up again, only stopping at her neck.

“Get up,” he murmured against her skin.

“But it’s so comfortable.”

“It’s morning, Siena.”

“Quite aware, John.”

And if she woke up, she would have to face the day. Or rather, face reality. Which meant leaving the comfort of this bed where she had spent all night relearning and loving a man she had been separated from for far too long.

It would mean leaving him again.

Who knew for how long?

It meant going back home.

Siena didn’t want to do any of that at the moment—never, really—so she stayed firmly stuck on her stomach, and refused to even roll over for John when he demanded it. She should have known better, though.

John was not a patient man.

Soon, she found herself flipped over. The soft white sheets tangled in her legs as she laughed breathlessly, and her vision swam. John hovered over her with one of his sinful, signature grins that made her want to get down on her knees for him.

“That was mean,” she told him.

John only shrugged. “I told you to get up.”

“But I don’t want to.”

“I ordered food.”

He said it as though he were dangling an offer he knew she couldn’t refuse. Her stomach just had to go and growl at his declaration, as if it had heard him make the offer, too. She didn’t even bother to try and look sheepish when he raised a brow at her.

“Will you feed it to me in bed?” she asked.

John’s smile softened. “Whatever you want, babe.”

“Remember that.”

“But it is time to get up. I didn’t forget what you told me last night, and the last thing we need or want is you getting into trouble with your brothers. You have to get back home, right?”

Fuck.

“Why did you have to go and ruin the moment with that nonsense?”

John frowned. “I don’t live in delusions, Siena.”

“Sometimes, reality is not a fun place to be.”

He didn’t reply, simply pushed off the bed, and turned his back to her. She felt bad, then—it hadn’t been him who ruined their moment at all. It was her, and her shitty morning attitude.

“Sorry,” Siena muttered.

John looked over his shoulder, and winked. “No worries. Get up. Let’s have a few minutes before you do have to go. I would have let you sleep, but then you would have needed to run as soon as you woke up.”

“Ah, so this was more for you than it was for me. I see what you did there.”

John only laughed.