Page 102 of Ashes

Her eyes widened. “You wouldn’t,” she warned.

“It’s only fair if I even the score.”

Looking her straight in the eyes, I pulled the trigger. The water splashed all over her front, soaking her top. She looked down at the extent of my handiwork before pinning me with a glare.

I huffed out a laugh at the outraged expression on her face. She was cute when she got mad.

“Jamal…”

I shrugged my shoulders. “I guess, I’m sorry too,” Isaid, although I really wasn’t because the view was quite spectacular.

My eyes roamed over her.

Her shirt molded her body, making her breasts even more mouthwatering, and all I could think of was running my tongue along every divot of her skin, drawing in the little sounds she made in response to my touch.

“You just declared a war,” she told me before she quickly closed the distance between us and extended her hand toward the faucet behind me. But I wrapped an arm around her waist quicker and hauled her into me before she could reach it.

She let out a yelp, squirming under my grip. Her ass rubbed against my groin and I suddenly became hyper aware of how much of our bodies was touching.

I tightened my grip, my voice dipping low. “Don’t start one when you can’t win,mon amour.”

“Jamal,” she breathed out, chuckling.

My hands landed on her hips and I spun her around to face me. Then I walked her backward a few steps until she was trapped between me and the edge of the island.

She squealed when I placed her on top of the counter. I nudged her legs apart, fitting myself between them. Cupping her chin with my thumb and forefinger, I tilted her face up to mine. “You’ve got a little something on your face,” I said, peering down at her.

She had a small smear of purple frosting at the corner of her mouth.

Before she could reply, I trailed my nose down the side of her face and snaked my tongue out, licking it. She whimpered and her fingers gripped at my nape.

The divine sound was my undoing.

My hands traveled down her body and I pulled her to the edge until there was no space between us. My hips involuntarily grinded into hers, my cock creating friction against her center.

Then I kissed her.

The hint of chocolate mixed with her own taste flooded my senses and I tipped her head back further. I groaned and deepened our kiss. Our tongues tangled and I grew even hungrier for her.

I could never tire of this.

Every time I kissed her felt like the first time all over again. Nothing else existed except this. The feel of her soft lips against mine. The breathy moans she let out whenever our lips parted for even just a fraction of a second.

The feel of her hands on my skin.

Every day, Sienna wrapped me in her orbit and I never wanted to unravel.

I finally came up for air and rested my forehead against hers, our chests heaving. Our soft inhales and exhales the only sounds in the room.

“You’re dangerous for me, you know that?” I murmured between the small space separating our lips.

She peered up at me, her breaths shallow. “And you’re dangerous for me.”

“I have another gift for you,” I said while yanking up the fabric of her maxi skirt. My fingertips hooked onto the side of her panties, slowly dragging them down her legs.

My palms smoothed up her bare legs until I reached the apex of her thighs.

Her warm brown eyes landed on mine, her pupils dilated with desire. “Really,” she said, amused.