Page 42 of John + Siena: The Complete Duet

John sobered instantly. “Yeah, he doesn’t play there. What did he say to you?”

Siena shrugged under his jacket. “Basically demanded to know what I wanted with you.”

“Because …?”

“I asked about you?”

He liked how she posed that as a question.

“You don’t seem sure,” he said, giving her a look.

“That’s all I did. Like I said, kind of scary.”

John shifted from foot to foot, and glanced down the quiet sidewalk. “And what do you want with me, huh?”

“Not really sure.”

When he looked back at her, she was still staring at him. Not like she was looking for something in his eyes, or anything. No, she was just there … with him.

Present.

Curious.

It was a strange feeling for John.

And definitely not something he was used to.

“Are you really interested in coffee?” John asked.

Siena shook her head. “Not really, no.”

“So, I can assume you came looking for me tonight because you’re interested in something else.”

“You can definitely assume that, John.”

Well, then …

He didn’t get the chance to reply because Siena pushed up on her tiptoes, and kissed him. It took him all of three seconds to snap out of the shock, and act. He did just that by wrapping an arm around her back, and grabbing her jaw. He pulled her closer, felt her soft lips grin against his, and just like that …

John felt alive again.

Kind of like when he met her gaze that first time on the bus.

When she blushed …

Siena’s lips parted at his tongue teasing against the seam, and he got his first taste of her. A heady sweetness that reminded him of cherries and vanilla. Wicked and pure.

John would have happily stayed like that with her on the sidewalk, until he remembered where exactly they were. Siena’s tongue peeked out to touch her bottom lip as he pulled away.

Her lips curved sweetly, while her blue eyes flashed with something that spoke of sex and sin. It was such a juxtaposition. A contrast that took him by surprise each time she did it.

John’s thumb stroked her cheek. “So what did make you come find me, then?”

“I thought … why not do something different?” Siena asked. “Besides, how many more times do we have to run in to each other before we get a chance to actually finish a conversation? Kind of leaves a person wanting more, doesn’t it?”

“It can.”

“Like I said, I’m just doing something different. Giving us another option, if you want to put it that way. If you don’t run off tonight, maybe we’ll actually be able to have one of those conversations, John.”