Page 15 of One Wild Night

“You don’t have to eat it. I promise I won’t be offended.” She didn’t listen, though, and as she dug in, she made one of the sexiest groans I’d ever heard. I was already imagining her making similar sounds in my bedroom, but I’d be the one doing the eating out then.

“How did you make this sauce, Ryan? It’s delicious!” Shit, I had no fucking idea! “And the mashed potatoes...did you use cream to get them this fluffy?” I sat there gawking at her, unable to answer any of her questions.

“Yeah, I used cream,” I mumbled, stuffing a forkful of food into my mouth.

“What about the sauce?”

Fuck it. I did the only thing I could think of and just made something up. “Milk, heavy cream, a variety of spices. It was pretty easy, actually.”

“You know...this tastes a lot like the Chicken Cordon Bleu you can get at Bridges just down the street from here.” Siena had a playful smile on her face. “You didn’t happen to order out and try to pass this off as your own cooking, did you?”

Shit! I held my hands up in surrender. “Okay, okay. I was trying to impress you. The truth is, I have no idea how to fucking cook. Or even use a kitchen, for that matter. A microwave is all I ever use.”

“You need a woman to look after you, Ryan.”

“I have a woman right now. That’s all I care about.”

“I meant long term.”

Unable to keep my cock in my pants any longer, I set down my fork. My need for her was too fucking great. “Have you had enough?”

“Mr. Lawson, what happened to wining and dining me?” she asked with a smirk.

“Look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t want me to fuck you until your bones feel like jelly. Baby, you have no idea what I’m going to do to you. There is so much I have been fantasizing about, and we only have a weekend to do it in.” Siena took a large gulp of her wine—for courage, maybe—and I watched her swallow hard. Was she absolutely sure about this? Standing, she slowly walked around the kitchen table toward me. After taking my hands in hers, she tried to pull me up.

She was only a tiny thing and would never be able to budge me on her own, but I stood up anyway, knowing what she wanted. “What do you want to do?” My voice was husky as I wrapped my arms around her waist to pull her toward me.

“I want to see if you have a king size bed,” she purred, running her hands up my chest. Her arms wound around my neck, and I could no longer resist her. My lips crashed against hers aggressively, possessing her every breath. I wanted to claim every single part of her, but the kiss was a start. Sienna gasped for air, and I took advantage of that, darting my tongue into her mouth. Fuck, she tasted good, and her kiss was just as hungry as mine. Her nails dug into my shoulders as I backed her against the kitchen table. Bedroom...fuck her in the bedroom!You have fresh fucking flowers in there, you fucking idiot!

“Fuck,” I panted, pulling back. “I’m not fucking you here. Come on. I want to watch you do a sexy strip tease for me in my bedroom.”

“I think that can be arranged,” she purred, allowing me to lead the way. Was this really about to fucking happen?

Chapter 7

Siena

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