Later that morning, I dropped Tony off at his house and Sienna and I went back to my place. Sienna was as giddy as she had been when she first saw the diner.
“Still want to go back to bed?” I asked, walking into the kitchen. I’d been so nervous about the surprise, I hadn’t eaten anything that morning. I hoped Sienna would be up for making some breakfast for us.
“I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep for days. My mind is going crazy with things to do with the diner. Would you want to head to some stores with me later? I want to pick up some decorations. I was thinking pictures and little trinkets to make the place feel like it used to.”
“Absolutely.”
“But I’m paying for everything,” she insisted.
“If that’s what you want.”
She quirked her lips. She came to my side and circled her arms around my waist.
I moved my hands up and down her arms.
“Thank you so much for this, Parker.”
“You’re welcome. I just wanted to see you happy again.”
She shook her head. “I was always happy. Ever since we got together. The diner burning down sucked, but I was still happy.”
“Not this happy, though.”
“True,” she said. “I don’t think I could every repay you fully for what you did for me.”
I shrugged. “Sienna, I have a lot of money. I can give you anything you want. Don’t ever think that you have to repay me.”
She chewed on her bottom lip, considering what I said. She reached her hands up and clasped them around my neck, pulling me to her.
She kissed me slowly. “I don’t have a lot of money.” She tugged at the hem of my shirt and her hands disappeared underneath it. Her soft fingers stroked my skin. “But I can think of something you might like in return.”
“I’m feeling up to negotiating right now,” I said. Up being the operative word.
She lifted the bottom of my shirt and I helped her with the rest. She reached up to me and I wrapped my arms around her, kissing her slowly and purposefully. There was a distinct shift in how we were both feeling at the moment. Normally when we fucked, it was a passionate and quick encounter. But this time, I wanted to take it slow. I wanted to show her how much she meant to me by kissing every inch of her body. Exploring each nook and cranny and claiming her for myself. No one would ever have her again if I had anything to say about it.
Our lips never came apart as we made our way to the bedroom. When I had Sienna in front of my bed, I stepped back and drank her in. Her eyes were half-lidded and she licked her lips, ready for me.
Chapter Thirty-Six
Sienna
I couldn’t resist Parker’s kisses as our faces collided. I didn’t want to resist him. His eager lips brought back the memory of when we’d first made love. It had been a brief, intense, and ultimately arousing affair, but one that made me smile whenever I thought about it.
This time we didn’t strip off. Parker took his time and undressed me slowly, his lips following behind his gentle hands as he opened buttons and peeled away my outer clothing, one square inch at a time. And when my body was bared—aside from my bra and lace panties—he undressed down to his boxer briefs.
I relished the opportunity to run my hands over his bare skin, stroking him as he moved his head to kiss my shoulders, my chest, and my stomach. His muscles shifted beneath my fingers.
He knelt down in front of me. “You smell so good,” he murmured against my stomach.
“Shh. Don’t stop.” Still stroking his muscular shoulders, I used my other hand to pull his head against my stomach, pressing his lips against my skin. The anticipation of where he might go next sent wonderful thrills through my body. His lips trailed kisses downward and onto soft, sensitive skin.
His fingers curled around the clasp of my bra and popped it open. He glanced up and met my gaze as he took in my breasts. He reached up and cupped one in his hand, rolling the nipple gently between his fingers. I used his shoulder to steady myself as I stepped clear of the crumpled material at my feet. I had little time to wonder what he planned to do next when he pressed his lips to the material of my panties.
It was better than I’d imagined. Normally after we stripped down, we kissed briefly, and then I lost control, begging him to make love to me. I hadn’t wanted to wait another second. But since I’d scratched that particular itch, I was content to let him explore my body, especially down there.
His lips plucked at the thin fabric, and his hot breath teased my skin. I stroked his hair, drawing it through my fingers as he kissed lower and lower.
“Oh, wow….” I squeaked as he found my lips. My entire lower body shivered with pleasure.