Page 70 of Shattered

I glance at her and find her looking down at Adi with a softness that could only be described as love. And fuck, that does something to me. They have a special bond I had no idea about.

I’m curious to know if Navi ever talks to Sienna or if she knows anything about her being Adi’s favorite at the daycare. I’m scared to ask Sienna about it because I don’t want to bring up something that might make her uncomfortable.

I watch as Sienna runs a hand through his hair, and part of me wishes her hand was on me instead.

Lifting her bright blue eyes to me, she smiles. “Should I be concerned that you both seem to fall asleep in my presence?”

With her free hand, she gathers her hair and drags it over one shoulder, leaving one side of her neck exposed, and my eyes zero in on the skin there.

I shake my head, then carefully lift Adi’s feet off my lap and get to my feet. “I’m going to get him into bed.”

“That’s good, because as comfortable as I was, I’ve been needing to use the bathroom for about half an hour,” Sienna replies with a quiet chuckle.

Leaning down, I slide my arms under his head and knees, then lift his small body. I carry him into his bed, turning on the nightlight and kissing his cheek before I leave, closing his door behind me.

Sienna is still in the bathroom when I walk into the hall, so I stand outside the door, leaning against the wall, waiting. When she steps out, she’s barely able to acknowledge my presence before I’m on her, my hands cupping her cheeks and mouth devouring hers. I’ve been wanting to do this all fucking day, and I’ve reached my limit for waiting.

The way her mouth immediately opens for me makes me think she’s been waiting for this, too.

Like every other time, my body comes alive when I feel her lips on mine, my heart pumping the blood in my veins faster.

With my hands sliding into her hair to keep her mouth on mine, I walk her backward into my bedroom. She reaches out to keep herself steady with her hands on my waist, and I’m craving to feel them directly against my skin.

Finally, I pull away from her lips with my chest heaving, watching as her eyes slowly open to take in her surroundings. Her hair is a little mussed up, and her mouth looks like I attacked it, but she’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Without looking away from her, I reach behind me to close and lock the door, and when she registers where we are, her gaze swings back to me, a question written in it.

“Only what you feel comfortable doing,” I tell her, my voice feeling thick with desire. Just because she wanted to have sex the other night doesn’t mean she wants to tonight.

I didn’t plan on this when I invited her to join us today. That’s not to say that I didn’t prepare myself by buying a box of condoms yesterday, but I wasn’t expecting anything to happen tonight. I told her we didn’t have to rush, and honestly, I don’t think I was ready for it at that point, despite what my cock thought.

But that changed today.

Maybe it was the way she interacted with my son. Maybe it was the way she brightened my soul every time she looked at me. Or maybe it was just that fucking sundress.

Eyes turning lust-filled, she pulls her lip between her teeth and abuses it while her gaze bounces over my face. Then, reaching for the hem of her dress, she slowly lifts it over her head.

“I want you, Neilix.” It’s spoken softly, but with a voice that says she’s sure of her decision.

I can hardly breathe as I stare at her mostly naked body glowing in the light from my bedside lamp. I trail my eyes up her slender legs to her lacy underwear, barely covering the place I want to explore, then up over the jewelry in her belly button and up to her perfect tits. I’ve seen her in a bikini before, but this is something else entirely. It takes me a moment to react, caught in a trance while taking in the perfectness of her body.

“You’re gorgeous,” I rasp. Pink rises from her chest and spreads to her cheeks under my perusal, but she doesn’t squirm or try to hide herself. “Take the rest off.”

“You first.”

I’m moving within a second, taking my glasses off and placing them on the dresser to my right. Then, with a little less finesse, I pull my shirt off and throw it somewhere across the room. Lastly, I undo the button on my shorts and push them down, leaving me in only my boxer briefs.

Her eyes caress my skin as she looks over each hardened ridge and each dip and groove of my torso. She eats up every inch as if it were perfection, making my blood sizzle, and my hands twitch with the need to touch her.

Gaze latching onto mine, she unclasps her bra and lets it fall to the ground. I don’t wait for her panties to go before I’m stepping forward and lifting my hands to feel her skin, smoothing them over her sides and then up over her breasts and groaning at the feel of them. Goosebumps spread in every direction from my touch, and I know I could easily become addicted to her skin.

With each of my hands palming a breast, I lean down and kiss her mouth, feeling feverish with need.

Trailing my lips away from her mouth, I lay kisses along her jaw and down her neck, then into the curve that meets her shoulder.

I can hear her panting in my ear, and it pushes me to continue, tasting her skin and inhaling her scent. My cock jerks at the feel of her hands landing on my stomach and sliding up over my chest. Every inch of skin she touches feels like it was blasted with heat.

Returning my mouth to hers, I move my hands to her back and press our bodies together so I can feel her flush against my skin. Fuck, that alone has me feeling crazed, and I don’t think I’ll ever want to let her go.

I slide my hands down her back to her ass, then release another groan at the feel of her cheeks in my hands. How many times have I imagined this? How many times have I thought about touching her while jerking off in the shower?

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