Page 238 of John + Siena: The Complete Duet

Jesus Christ.

That one action was enough to kill him.

John tried to keep the huskiness out of his tone when he said, “Don’t even mention it. This was so little compared to what I would have done in different circumstances.”

“This was perfect.”

She sucked another dollop of icing off her finger.

“Siena.”

“Hmm?”

She looked up at him.

Innocent and blue-eyed in a blink.

Goddamn her.

“You need to stop sucking on your finger like that, donna.”

“But it’s good frosting.”

She swept her finger through the top of the cupcake again, and offered it to John. Not even thinking about it, he took her finger into his mouth, and let his tongue do the work of cleaning off the digit. He felt the shiver race through Siena as her gaze met his.

“Yeah, okay,” she said. “I get it.”

“Good,” John murmured when he released her finger.

And then she did it again!

Siena pulled her finger from between her pink, wet lips with a grin. She knew exactly what she had done, and John’s control was all but gone. He snatched that cupcake from her hand, and ignored her shriek of disappointment.

She wouldn’t be disappointed for long, after all.

John swiped his own finger through what was left of the frosting at the same time he pulled Siena up onto the island counter. Her legs opened for him, and let him fit in between. A perfect fit, really.

It never failed to amaze him.

His gaze was stuck on her pretty little pout, and how sexy her lips looked in that moment. All pink, and wet from her tongue sweeping along the seam.

“You know, the only time your lips look better than they do right now is when they’re wrapped around my cock,” he told her.

Siena sucked in a sharp breath, and her gaze darted up to his. “Is that so?”

“Very much so, yeah.”

“Maybe we can do that later.”

“I think you could clean me off once I’m done with you.”

Her smile turned sexy.

So fucking sexy.

God.

This woman made him crazy.