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“Whenever you’ve got time. Take care of her.”
“I will.”
I ended the call, bemused as hell as I finished up the sandwiches and turned to call out for Sienna. That one got stuck in my throat as she stood right there behind me, peering at mefrom over the top of a box full of that damn lip balm she used on me that day back at Red Hart and made me want to kiss her.
My lips tingled on cue. I rubbed the back of my neck. “You heard that, huh?”
She nodded.
“Mhhm. How much of it?’
One eyebrow rose and she stared at me pointedly over the box.
I cleared my throat. “Wanna go for a walk after lunch then?”
She nodded and gave me a tiny, secret smile.
Jimmy was right. I was fucked.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
I followed Sienna into the cave from the Longside direction for the first time. As she stepped into the darkness I kept close to her, wrapping my arms around her and keeping her warmth pressed to my chest on the ledge.
“Since you were my little eavesdropper, how about you tell me an answer to the question you know I want to ask you?” I brushed a knuckle tenderly beneath her chin, tipping her head back to rest against my shoulder. My lips brushed hers in a sweet kiss that stole my breath and most of my sanity. “I’m gonna need an answer this time, wild child.”
She held my gaze seriously, arching her back. Her arms wrapped behind my neck and she pulled me down for the soul shattering sort of kiss that nearly knocked me off the ledge and back into the icy pool below.
Hell, I’d jump voluntarily on a daily basis if it meant she kissed me like that each morning. And afternoon.
And especially at night when the mountain was as quiet as her, the darkened sky the perfect foil to her inner glow, like she belonged here in the heart of the mountain, a wild goddess for me to worship.
And so I did.
The bracelet that inhabited my pocket for a while, ended up in my trays and came back again, was the only thing a poor trader had to offer on the spot. But I took it out, clasping it about her wrist anyway, and kissed the inside of her wrist.
The look she gave me as she inspected the cheap, hammered copper plates that made up the large links was nothing short of glowing.
Her permission given on a breath of a kiss that stilled perfectly between us, I dropped to my knees, looking up at her as I gathered the filmy material of her dress in my hands and lifted it into hers. She watched me, bemused, as I leaned forward and licked at the tops of her thighs, then dipped my mouth to her heat.
Her shuddering sigh left me with the control of a greenhorn. I gripped her thighs, pulling her feet apart and buried my mouth in her soft flesh, tasting her sweetness. One hand landed on my head as she gripped her dress tight in the other. She raised the bundled material over her head, letting the dress float over the edge, and drop into the waters below.
With any other girl I might have worried about her being cold, or caring about the dress, but this was Sienna. My wild child. She didn’t care about mundane things like clothing, and the mountain’s cold air was more an observation than something that affected her.
I only wanted her. No one else. With my mouth pressed to her slicked pussy, I promised her all the things I’d do for her, anything she wanted or needed or craved, if she’d just fall apart and break for me.
Her head tipped back, her mouth open on a cry only the mountain and the moon could hear. I felt her shudder, and I felt her break. Right in my hands she crashed, slumping her body bonelessly over mine.
I picked her up carefully, letting her tangle her limbs around me, her legs hanging either side of my hips, her arms draped over my shoulder. She buried her lips in my neck, still shaking, though I didn’t think it was from the cold.
Her breaths heated me from the outside in, though I harbored enough need to keep us both warm until the sun crested the horizon over Longside. I wound one arm around her and wrapped the other in her hair, pulling her head back and kissed her roughly.
The need to see her lips softly bruised and tender from my need drove me as I laid her back on her nest of blankets, fresh ones I brought up earlier. Her skin broke out in gooseflesh as I stroked my hands along her body.
Each breath she released shattered between us. My knees hit the stone, but when I dipped my head to lick her again, she wiggled sexily, all the curves and heat and the things that could drive a man mad in a night.
She was my insanity, and I fucking loved her for it.
Her hand wrapped around mine, drawing my fingers to her pussy. I played there for a minute, teasing her swollen, slicked flesh.
