Savor You (Page 54)

But when she cuts me off by putting her fingers over my lips, I’m relieved. I’m relieved because I don’t know what I should say next.

You’ve got to know what she has on me would take me away from you, from my life as I know it. And I don’t think there would be any going back.

“Damn you, Lucas,” Sienna says, but she’s wearing a soft smile. Her hand slips from my mouth down to my neck, and I turn my head slightly to kiss her wrist. She shivers but doesn’t let go of me.

“I know you’re angry,” I say. She’ll probably be that way for a long time—months, maybe even years. “And I know that it’ll take work, but I just want you to try. To give getting through my f**k-ups together a chance. I need to know that you can give a shit about me again.”

Her smile gradually disappears. For the longest damn minute of my life, her face is an emotionless mask. A hundred shitty thoughts roll through my brain before she moves her head to each side incredulously and mumbles something that sounds like “dumbass.” She rests her head on my shoulder and I can feel her tears seeping through my tee shirt. “A lot can happen in the two days I owe you. But you’re right. You are an idiot if you thought I ever stopped loving you.”

“I love you too, Sienna,” I growl. Then my hands are all over her as I bring her mouth to mine. Her lips part willingly and her tongue darts into my mouth. She tastes sweet—so goddamn sweet—and I swear I’ll never lose the taste of her again.

I’ll fight like hell to keep this woman beside me.

Sienna’s eyes are still squeezed together when she pulls away, but when I press her hand up against my cock, they quickly open and she glances down our bodies before clearing her throat. “If we weren’t at your Gram’s house,” I say and her mouth falls open in surprise.

“She’s not—” Sienna starts, but then she shakes her head and runs her palms nervously down the front of her shorts. “There are hotels just a couple of miles away from—”

“Come with me.”

“What?”

I gesture up the driveway to where I parked the Audi. “Two days. I want those two days now.” It’s a bold ass move on my part, but she doesn’t immediately shoot it down. Instead, she bites her bottom lip.

“Right now?”

“Yeah,” I say, stroking my thumb across her lips to stop her from nibbling them. Keeping her eyes focused on mine, she bites the tip of my finger instead and I groan in frustration. Why does she have to do shit like that? “I’m sorry, Si, and I need a chance to f**king prove myself. ”

She nods, backing into the house and motioning for me to follow her, but I stay in the doorway. “I’ll have to go pack my things,” she tells me, pointing at the staircase six feet behind her. “And I’ve got to call Gram—she’s not here.” Her face is flushed and I can tell she’s mentally making a list of what all needs to be done before she can come with me. Suddenly, she frowns. “Lucas, you’re not going to—”

And there goes the pain in my chest again. She doesn’t trust me, and it just about destroys me. But what can I expect?

“Nothing will happen to you while you’re with me,” I promise her. Then I lift my eyebrows and add, “Nothing bad, that is. I’m going to do what I should’ve done before. And I’m not going to make you leave. That’s the last thing I’d ask of you now.”

It is that promise that completely wins her over.

She tugs me to her by the collar of my shirt and cups my face in between her hands. Her lips are rough and demanding, making me reconsider what she’d started to say earlier about all the hotels nearby. I drag myself away from her, putting a good amount of space between us.

“Give me an hour to get ready,” she whispers, walking backward into the house. “I promise I won’t be long.” Her eyes don’t leave mine until she turns to go up the steps, and my eyes don’t leave her ass until she rounds the corner at the top of the staircase.

It only takes her a half an hour to come back outside. After I place her luggage into the trunk of the silver Audi, which I’ve driven close to the cabin, Sienna slips into the passenger seat next to me. Dragging in a shaky breath, she places her head against the leather headrest and then turns to look at me as I put the car into drive.

“I love you, Lucas” she says.

“I love you too.”

When I stop at the top of the driveway, and produce a wide red scarf from the center console, the corners of her mouth slide into a smile. “What’s this for?” she questions, as I cover her eyes with the fabric.

“Surprises are your new best friend, Sienna.”

And to my surprise, she doesn’t even protest.