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Silence falls around us, and then Sienna lets out a defeated breath. “Kael—”
“Just do it, Jonesy.”
And before I change my mind, I hurry from the bathroom and close the door firmly behind me because, fuck me, if she knew what I really wanted to do to her right now, she might not be so keen to fight me on this.
I hear her groan as I head back to the kitchen.
Oh, I hear you, baby. I feel like groaning, too. Big time. Preferably with my cock buried deep inside your pussy, taking you so hard from behind that you won’t sit down for a week, and you’re screaming my name so loud your throat hurts and your brain turns to mush.
But for now, all I want to do is give her a night she’ll remember for the rest of her life.
A night she’ll never forget.
Sienna
An hour later, the bathwater has cooled significantly. My body temperature, not so much. I have no idea how we got to this point. One day I’m calling Kael out on his bullshit in my office, and now apparently, he’s just casually fingering me in the bathtub.
Life is so random sometimes.
I’m still a deep whirlpool of feelings and sensations. A dreamy mix of perfect lightness and sensual darkness that leaves my legs feeling like jelly.
Kael is not only a talented musician, he’s also very talented in other areas, too. Bass players have the best fingers. Bless the profession for all it’s worth.
Climbing carefully out of the tub, I pull the plug and watch the water swirl down the drain for a few seconds, before drying off with a towel from the rack.
Then I dress in black leggings and an oversized navy-blue NYU sweater—what? He said dress comfortably, and warm, and it’s not like I packed anything particularly fancy, or sexy.
Retying my hair into a ponytail, I make my way toward the back deck.
As I step outside into the cool evening air, it takes a moment for my eyes to adjust to the darkness as I try and take in everything at once.
The outdoor furniture has been pushed to one end, the chairs stacked on top of one another, and in their place is a large picnic blanket spread out. There are candles surrounding the picnic blanket as well as strings of fairy lights hanging in the trees just beyond the house.
Music plays softly in the background.
“Dinner’s ready.” A deep voice makes me jump.
I don’t see Kael at first, but then he steps out from the darkness carrying two steaming plates in his hands, and when our eyes meet, my heart does that silly flip-flop thing inside my chest again.
“Hope you’re hungry.”
Placing the bowls down on the edge of the blanket, he sits cross-legged at one side, gesturing with his head for me to join him, and it’s not until I sit down opposite him, tucking my legs up beneath me, that I get a better look at the plates.
“You made us spaghetti?”
“Not just any kind of spaghetti.” He smiles wistfully. “Meatballs and spaghetti. With the meatballs on the bottom and the spaghetti on the top, just the way you like it.”
“It looks amazing,” I tell him as he hands me one of the plates. And it does. But I’m not sure I’m just talking about the food anymore, because the whole setting is just so pretty, and excuse me, but how is it possible that Kael Jenkins just keeps getting better and better looking?
He’s changed back out of his shorts and now he’s wearing the same jeans he had on earlier. He’s also wearing a black Henley that fits him like a glove.
“Where did you learn to cook like this?”
“It’s not exactly rocket science, Jonesy.” He hands me a fork and a spoon, bringing his own plate up onto his lap. “Do you want something to drink? I’d offer you a beer, but well, you know… we tossed everything I had into the trash. You want a water? Soda?”
“No, thank you. I’m fine,” I tell him, twirling my fork into the spaghetti, and I’m just about to take a big glorious mouthful when a thought suddenly pops into my mind, an uneasy feeling creeping over me. I pause, the fork balanced precariously in front of my mouth. “Doyouwant something to drink?”
“Huh?”
