Page 101 of Only Between Us

“Yes.” I kiss her and go to leave the room. Then double back to kiss her again because it’s official: I am addicted to Siena Pippen. “Okay, I’m going.”

But she’s looking at me like I’ve lost my mind now, so I bend to kiss that look off her face.

She giggles against my mouth. “Brooks.”

“I’m going.” I cannot. Stop. Kissing Her. “Now.” I just can’t fucking stop. “Right now. I swear.”

She’s full-on laughing, so out of control I can’t kiss her through it. I go for the second-best thing and dot kisses over whichever parts of her face I can reach.

“I’m going to clean you up and cuddle you so hard, Siena Pippen. Prepare yourself.” I plant a final kiss on her forehead and force my feet to move.

“Prepare myself how?”

“Mentally,” I call over my shoulder. “Physically. Philosophically.”

Her laugh follows me into the bathroom. I’d been so fixated on the idea of fucking her that I’d forgotten about the best part—the part you get when you do it this way, with someone you’re falling for, and not in a dingy back alley outside of a nightclub with a woman whose name you’ve already forgotten.

I’m really fucking crazy about her.

Like, move her in, have her babies, love her until the day I die kind of crazy.

And I’m gonna cuddle that woman so good. Cuddle us straight into a real relationship.

When I’m back in the living room, towel and cold glass of waterin hand and Pete at my heel, Siena is sitting on the sofa, looking deep in thought.

Pete jumps up by her feet and she snaps out of her trance, grinning up at me as I follow my dog’s lead. I climb on top of her with a growl and unwrap her from the blanket with my teeth.

Siena’s face is pure amusement. “You are so weird after sex.”

It has nothing to do with the sex, mind blowing as it was. This is all her, bringing it out of me. I love the person I am with her. Trusting and playful. Optimistic.

Anyway, her amusement is gone when I run a towel over her thighs, wipe myself off her pussy, and press a kiss over her clit just to see her squirm again.

“What are you trying to do to me?”

I offer her the glass of water and she props herself on her elbow to drink. “Make you delirious enough to tell me everything you like about me again.”

Her face turns soft. “I’d do that for free, Brooks.”

She sets down the glass and lets me shuffle her around so that she lies on top of me. We’re naked, cocooned in this blanket, with Pete’s giant body curled up at our feet. I couldn’t have pictured anything better if I tried.

I’m already starting to doze off, but even with my eyes closed, I can feel her thinking hard. “What’s going on in that beautiful, slightly unhinged head of yours?”

She hesitates. “I’m thinking about how terrible your therapist must have been. So much for no fucking without serious feelings, huh?”

“I don’t fuck without serious feelings. Haven’t in a long time.” I settle into the leather underneath me, tucking her closer. Feeling around to make sure the blanket is still covering her. “M’falling asleep. You got everything you need?”

She must be on the brink of sleep, too, because it takes her a moment to answer.

“Yes, I’m fine.” She slides off my chest to tuck herself into my side. “Brooks?”

“Mm?”

“How many cars do you have?”

It strikes me as an odd question, but I’m barely conscious anymore. “Here or in general?”

“Here.”

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