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I must have looked worse than I thought. I glanced at the house. There were so many windows in the thing that everyone probably already knew I was here, but that didn’t mean I needed to give the Amatos a front-row seat to this train wreck.
“No one else is home,” Siren said, as if she could read my mind. “Quinn’s staying at Orlando’s for the night. And my parents took Remy to a concert. They probably won’t be back until one or so.”
I knew I should say no. The last time I saw her, she pushed me away, literally flinched when I tried to touch her. Tonight she looked too drained to argue with me. I’d seen her like this before—on the rooftop garden above Youngblood, when she’d told me she was tired of putting on an act all the time.
I should let her go, let her move on without me. But I didn’t have anywhere else to go, and just maybe she needed this as much as I did right now.
“Okay.”
Siren didn’t wait for me as she opened the door and headed into the large living room. I followed her through the house to the kitchen on the other side where she opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle of soda water.
She waved a hand, gesturing around the room. “Make yourself at home.”
“Are you going to tell me what’s going on with you?” I asked.
“What are you talking about?”
I stalked closer to her, placing my hands on the counter behind her, caging her in. “This isn’t you. What’s wrong?”
She didn’t even glare or try to push me away. “What do you want, Samuel?”
I wanted a fight. I wanted her to yell at me, to show me her fire and give me shit and drive me fucking crazy. I wanted her to distract me from the pain and the knowledge that there was nothing I could do to fix it. After everything I’d done and worked for, it was all useless. I couldn’t save Joriel from Hell.
My lips crashed against hers. It was the only way I knew to explain what I needed. For a second it was like kissing a stone, she was so stiff, and then she started kissing me back with a passion that rivaled mine. She opened her mouth for me, and our tongues collided in a desperate struggle for dominance. There was not one thing about this kiss that was sweet or gentle. It was all aggression and carnal need.
Her fingers pulled at my hair as I nibbled at her lower lip, biting just hard enough to make her gasp.
I gripped her bare thigh, just below the hem of her tiny pajama shorts, and wrapped her leg around my waist. My other hand slipped under her shirt, fingers spread across her lower back as I pulled her closer. She fit against me perfectly, as if we’d been designed for this. I ground my hips into hers and was rewarded with a moan.
She tugged harder at my hair, sending bolts of pain and pleasure from my scalp through the rest of my body. I growled into her mouth and pressed her into the counter. The hand at her back slid below the waistband of her pants until I was holding a handful of her ass in my palm.
Dammit. Every inch of her was perfect. I was in legitimate danger of coming just from grinding against her through our clothes.
Yeah, no way in hellthatwas happening.
I tore my mouth from hers.
“What’s wrong?” she whispered.
“Too many clothes,” I said in a voice so rough it barely sounded like me.
Her breath hitched and her gaze darted to the right, to the back wall that was made nearly entirely of glass. Her house had so many damn windows.
“We can go upstairs,” she whispered.
I shook my head. I wasn’t waiting that long.
I pulled her away from the counter to one side of the island. There were no windows that could see back here, and the island itself would hide her lower half from the wall of glass at the back. It wasn’t privacy, but it was enough to keep anyone looking through the windows from getting an eyeful.
“Sam…” Her words trailed off as I spun her around and placed her hands on top of the island.
“Do you want me to stop?” I murmured into her ear while my hand slipped between her legs to cup her pussy over her clothes.
“No,” she gasped. “Please don’t stop.”
I hooked my fingers in her waistband and slowly inched her shorts and panties down her legs, giving her plenty of time to stop me.
She didn’t.
