All It Takes (Romancing Manhattan 2)

“The meat will burn, so you’ll have to wait for kitchen sex until after dinner.”

“I could eat my brownie off you,” he says with a sly smile. “That would make it taste even better.”

“Not with ice cream.” I bite his lower lip. “That would be too cold.”

His hand glides up my inner thigh, to the hem of my cutoffs, and I shiver.

“You like that?” he asks.

“No time for this,” I remind him, but I’m not pushing him away. I’m not stupid, after all.

“I’m going to eat your tacos,” he says, and I can’t help but laugh.

“Is that a euphemism for my pussy?”

“Fuck yes it is.”

Chapter Sixteen

~Sienna~

I smell warm brownies and coffee.

Am I still dreaming? Because if I am, I don’t want to wake up.

I open one eye into a curious slit, and sure enough, there’s Quinn wearing only pajama bottoms, holding a tray of brownies and coffee.

“Good, you’re awake,” he says. He’s such a morning person. Happy and ready to go first thing, and it takes me a good hour to wake up fully.

However, I will admit that he’s not annoying with his morning personness, and for that, I’m grateful.

“You’re feeding me brownies in bed,” I murmur as I pull myself up, sitting against his gray tufted headboard.

“It’s Sunday,” he replies, as if that explains everything, and sets the tray in the middle of the bed, then climbs on to join me. Before passing me my mug, he leans over to kiss me. “Good morning.”

“Mm, good morning.” I gratefully accept the cup of caffeine and take a sip, sighing as it hits my bloodstream. “I could get used to Sundays like this.”

“I hope so,” he replies and opens the newspaper that was also on the tray.

“You read a real newspaper,” I comment in surprise.

“I stare at screens enough all day long, I’d rather read the Sunday paper the old-fashioned way.”

I take a bite of chocolate goodness and watch him thoughtfully. “I like you.”

“That’s good, since I’ve fallen head over heels for you.” He drags his palm up and down my naked thigh. This man is constantly touching me.

It’s awesome.

“What I’m saying is, not only do I love you, but I like you. Quite a lot.”

“Good.” He kisses my shoulder, takes a bite of my brownie, and goes back to reading his paper. “I figured it would be okay if we got a bit of a late start today.”

“Yeah. I have to tell you, I’m ready to get back to my weekends off. I know this is normal for you, that you’re used to the long hours in the office, but I’m not. I didn’t sign up for it on purpose because I knew that it wasn’t for me, even though I’m passionate about the law.

“So kudos to you for being so dedicated to your job that you can put in eighty hours a week.”

“It is a lot,” he says thoughtfully, sipping his coffee. He takes it black, which makes my lips pucker. “I admit that since I’ve been with you, I understand why Finn’s backed off a bit so he can dedicate more time to London.”

“You didn’t understand it before?”

“I thought I did,” he admits. “But I’ve never been in love before, so I didn’t identify with the need to want to be with someone all the time. Work has been my love and my mistress for a long time, Sienna. I enjoy it, and I do well at it.”

“I know, and I love that about you. I’m not being snarky when I say that I admire how much dedication you can give to it.”

“I get it,” he replies with a nod. “And I’ll always have the drive to be an excellent attorney. It’s part of who I am. So while I am beginning to understand that you are content with normal working hours so you can dedicate more time to things that drive you, like painting and cooking, I’m relieved that you understand why I push myself so hard at my career.”

I open my mouth to speak, but he holds his finger against my lips.

“Let me finish. I want you to know that I do give a lot of myself to my work, but I have you now, and I’m just as dedicated to making this work and giving us the time and attention that we need and deserve. So over the coming months, I’ll be working toward backing off on some of my hours at the office. Specifically, weekends. Spending days off with you is important and fun, and I want more of them.”

“I’m glad.” I grin and drag my hand down his stubbly cheek, enjoying the way the whiskers feel against my palm. “Thanks for that. And for everything, really.”

“Sienna, you deserve everything. I want you to be honest and open with me if you’re unhappy or discontent so we can work on fixing something before it’s irreparably broken.”