Page 95 of Only Between Us

“How could it be?” I tuck her hair behind her ears and kiss her, like it’s all the answer she needs. But just in case it isn’t, I add, “We both know what bad looks like, and this isn’t it. There’s not a single bad thing about us.”

She doesn’t say anything as Pete bounces up the porch steps, collar clinking and breaking the thick silence. He goes straight through the open glass doors into the house, and it’s just us again.

Me and Siena, in the warm summer air.

I reach for the back of my shirt and tug it off. Do the same with my shorts, leaving only my boxer briefs. With my beer in my hand and her eyes on my back, I make my way down the porch steps and into the hot tub.

From up on the porch, Siena watches me take a long sip of my drink. I’m not going to say anything to get her in here. She either wants this or she doesn’t.

Siena actually glances from the hot tub to the open back door.

“Heading out?” I ask when she stays quiet.

She gathers her hair in a messy pile on top of her head. “Heading in.”

Hell yeah.

I sit up straight, grip tightening on the neck of my bottle with every step that brings her closer. She sweeps her shirt over her head. Unzips her shorts, letting them fall down her body.

Somehow, the glass bottle doesn’t shatter under the strain from my fingers.

She’s perfection in sheer mesh, the red fabric barely covering the nipples straining against them. The matching red thong is see-through as anything, digging into the soft skin at her hips.

When she climbs over the edge of the tub, I rub a soaked hand over my mouth to stifle a groan at the sight of her ass as she moves for the spot directly across from mine. Whoever created her, sculpted those full, soft curves, should be elevated to sainthood.

Siena settles in, face smooth except for the wild fucking glint in her eyes. I take a long sip of beer without looking away. I couldn’t look away. It’s the mess of hair on top of her head, with loose tendrils framing her face. The way the water has pulled one of her bra straps off her shoulder so that it sits bare above the swell of her tits.

She sucks her bottom lip into her mouth. Ruthless, senseless jealousy rages inside me. I want that lip to myself.

Want her whole fucking body for myself.

Siena raises a hand out of the water to rub at her collarbone, like she’s feeling all the same things. Nods at the edge of the tub. “Aren’t you going to offer me a sip?”

I lift the beer to my mouth instead and take a long pull before placing it carefully back on the edge of the tub. “Come here and get it.”

The words hang in the hot air between us.

Siena stands, giving me the view of a fucking lifetime—her body soaking wet, water streaking from the mesh cupping her tits, down her stomach. That bra strap still hangs loosely off her shoulder as she moves through the water. Her knees brush mine as she reaches for the bottle.

She downs a sip of beer as she backs away from me.

I tip my head. “I didn’t mean come here and steal it.”

“It’s not stolen. It’s confiscated. I know what you’re trying to do, looking at me like that.”

“And what am I trying to do?”

“You want me to make the first move.”

“The first move for what?” When she only throws me a sexy-as-hell smirk, I continue, “See, I don’t like that. This is my house. My hot tub. My beer. I’m the one who confiscates.”

“And what is it you want to confiscate?”

She’s still standing, beer in hand. I jerk my chin at her. “Lose the top.”

Her lips part. “You’re confiscating my bra?”

“My house, my rules. No bras in the hot tub.”

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