Page 353 of John + Siena: The Complete Duet

He needed that.

Needed her.

“John?”

“Hmm?”

He leaned over her from behind to kiss the top of her head. In the vanity, her smile grew while his kiss lingered on her hair. He breathed in the sweet floral scent of the shampoo his wife loved so much, and the vanilla perfume that always kissed her skin.

John tangled his fingers into her hair and held tight just because. He wasn’t quite ready for her to move yet. “Love you.”

Siena reached behind to pat his cheek and the three-day scruff he’d yet to shave—but desperately needed to. “I love you.”

“What did you want, babe?”

“I was thinking …”

“Keep going.”

He stood a bit straighter, but she kept a lock on his gaze in the vanity mirror. Although, when her gaze traveled down his body, taking in his bare chest, and the way his sleep pants hung low on his hips, John gave her a quick wink.

She enjoyed looking.

So did he.

They could get to that part of their evening soon.

“I was thinking about the bedroom across the hall,” she said.

“The empty one.”

“We kept it empty for a reason.”

The skin of her shoulder felt like silk under his fingertips. “For the someday nursery, you said.”

“Yeah, for that.”

“What, did you want to turn it into a private office or something?”

“Or something,” she replied.

John took his attention off the silkiness of his wife’s skin to meet her gaze in the mirror again. Besides, soon, he’d have her in bed with him and then he could touch her as much as he fucking wanted. “Okay, what, then?”

“What do you think about pastel green?”

“For a color?”

“Like paint,” she said. “It’s neutral.”

“So is beige.”

“But beige doesn’t really fit for a nursery, John.”

That took John a second.

Then, two.

He relaxed a bit as he thought to himself, is she trying to tell me something? The topic of children had only come up a handful of times between them. Mostly that they wanted kids, but John had his own reasons for wanting to wait. Some of those reasons dealt with the business he found himself in, and others were because of his genetics that caused him pause. Not that it mattered because he knew, someday, children were in his future. They just didn’t talk about it a lot and he was fine with that.