Page 50 of Unforeseen Love

She turns on her side, her back to me, and I reach over to tug her to my chest.

Her body tenses, and I think maybe I’ve pushed her too far, but when her hand covers mine, I feel her body relax, and I can’t help the satisfied sigh that escapes me.

“Don’t get too used to this,” she says. “If I weren’t so tired, I’d be kicking you out of my room.”

I can’t help but chuckle. To be honest, I expect nothing less of her after my behaviour, but I also like the idea of wearing her down and earning her trust.

I’ve always loved a challenge.

ChapterThirty-One

Sienna

“Wakey, wakey.” Soft lips caress my throat and cause my skin to prickle with goosebumps.

I blink, and it takes me a moment to recognise that voice––Theo. And then it all comes flooding back to me. Shit.

Reaching for the duvet, I try to cover my face, but he tugs it away.

“Oh no you don’t,” he says in a sing-song voice, which elicits a groan from me.

“You’re still here, I see,” I reply gruffly, but the truth is it sends a warmth straight to my chest.

“I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.” His lips trail a soft path across my jaw until he reaches my mouth, and I turn towards him like a magnet and allow him to give me a chaste kiss. “Oi, let me in,” he says, pulling back slightly.

I shake my head, pressing my lips tightly together. Is he serious? I haven’t even brushed my teeth.

“Stop it. I fucked your pussy with my mouth.”

His response causes me to gasp, and he slips past my lips, his tongue probing mine. I forget my chain of thought as he kisses me like a starving man, and the idea has my stomach grumbling.

He draws back, his eyes darting over my face. “Someone needs sustenance,” he says, kissing my lips once more before pulling back and climbing out of bed in all his morning glory, and I can’t even hide my honest appraisal as he exits my room like he doesn’t have a care in the world.

I hear the bathroom door close and peer over at my bedside clock and groan. Sitting up, I throw my legs over the edge of the bed and get to my feet.

Making my way to the bathroom, I feel a twinge between my thighs, and I’m instantly reminded of him being buried to the hilt deep inside me.

Relieving myself, I turn on my shower, tie my hair into a messy bun, and make quick work of washing myself. I need to eat before heading to work, and I need more than cereal.

Once dressed, I brush some powder over my face, a flick of mascara, and some lip gloss. I make my way into the kitchen, where I find Theo with his back to me, in only his boxer briefs and my apron. I use one when cooking because I am the messiest cook that ever graced this earth.

He peers over his shoulder and winks. “Omelette,” he says, his attention going back to the stove. I move to the kettle and switch it on, grabbing our mugs.

A calm settles over me as he hums to himself while sending me glances.

I cross my arms. “What?” I ask, suddenly feeling very self-conscious.

“I like it when you smile,” he says with a shrug.

Bringing my fingertips to my face, I touch my lips––I wasn’t even aware I was.

“Oh.”

He turns off the stove, makes up the distance, and crowds me against the counter. I have to lean back to look up at him.

“Next time, I’m showering with you,” he says, dipping his head, grazing my cheek with his perfectly sculpted beard before kissing it softly and stepping away and dividing the omelette onto two plates.

The kettle clicks and I pour the hot water over the coffee granules, the rich aroma filling my senses like a salve.

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