Page 106 of Ashes

“You never have to thank me for doing things for you.” He leaned down and pressed a kiss to my lips. “I like making you happy.”

He remained quiet for a moment, watching me intently. A foreign look painted his irises.

“What is it?” I asked.

He ran the pad of his thumb along my lower lip. “You’re beautiful, Sienna.”

He tipped my chin up with his index finger and placed his lips over mine. Our kiss was slow and sensual, sending sparks buzzing across my skin.

We’d kissed many times, but this felt different.

It was filled with a plethora of unsaid things that I think neither of us was ready to say, but the way his lips moved over mine told me all I needed to know.

I bit down on his lower lip and he groaned into my mouth.

“Mine,” he rasped, bringing his forehead to mine.

“Same goes for you,” I said through a smile.

He pressed a gentle kiss over my lips before dragging me back inside since the wind had picked up.

“I could use a shower,” I said, placing my carry-on on the ground and rummaging through it for clothes to change into. I placed the pieces on top of the bed and moved toward the en suite bathroom.

I stopped under the doorway and took off my clothes in a pile next to me. I propped my hands on each side of the doorframe, completely naked.

I’d always loved my body, but over the last few weeks, I’d grown more comfortable in being naked in front of him. I always associated being completely bare in front of anyone with being in a position of vulnerability until Jamal spent endless hours worshiping my body.

His hungry eyes roamed over me, taking in every inch of my skin.

I cocked my head to the side. “Care to join me?”

He didn’t need to be told twice. He abandoned his search for whatever he was looking for in his suitcase and strode toward me with determination.

Overwhelmed didn’t cover how I felt right now. The venue was way more crowded and the Paddock was even worse. Media, photographers, celebrities, and drivers were walking up and down the pit lane as they got ready for the race today.

Jamal had gotten us garage access for Matrix Motorsports, my favorite team, and seeing everything up close felt quite surreal.

We’d spent the last two days watching the main events, Practice and Qualifying, as well as exploring the track. We’d watched them from both the Paddock club andvarious Grandstands so that I’d get to see different views of the circuit.

Jamal had even planned a part of our weekend for me to sit in a car, which had always been one of my biggest dreams.

When I was younger, I’d entertained the idea of becoming a driver, but I’d always wanted to be a doctor, so committing to racing was impossible to do if I wanted to achieve it.

My gaze roamed over the busy garage and landed on Isaiah King, one of their drivers and the current world champion. He was standing to the side with his race engineers, most likely discussing their strategy for today.

Jamal and I were standing to the side with one of the team’s reps, who was explaining to us who everyone in the garage was and how today would go.

“How long have you been a fan of F1?” the rep, Stella, asked my husband, batting her eyelashes at him. She’d been flirting with him since we’d gotten here, but I just ignored her, or at least tried to.

Since she escorted us from the entrance this morning, she’d been making eyes at my husband and tried to touch him any chance she got—not that Jamal let her, but that’s beside the point.

I wasn’t a jealous person by nature, but I didn’t like her trying to get what was mine.

You would think that the rings onbothof our fingers would have given her a hint that Jamal was taken, but thatdidn’t seem to faze her. It only seemed to make her try even harder.

Jamal must have sensed my growing jealousy because he wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me flush to his side. “Actually, my beautiful wife is the big fan.”

I glanced up at him and he gave me one of his rare smiles.