Page 35 of Savior
She tugs my arm and pulls me into the hall and pushes me inside an over-sized pantry, then slams the door behind us. “What? Are you stalking me now?” She glances over her shoulder and keeps her voice low, probably worried someone may overhear us.
There isn’t much room to maneuver in the small space, but I think I can make it work for me. “Is that what you think?” I ask, my voice is equally low to match hers.
Her scowl deepens, and I take a second to think about tracing the lines of her lips with my tongue. She snaps her fingers in front of my face. “One kiss doesn’t mean you can harass me at work, Logan.”
I turn, using my grip on her arms to pull her into me as I lean against the shelves. They dig into my back, but I’m much more interested in how she feels when she loses balance and falls against me. She blows her hair out of her face, and I grin. “This isn’t me harassing you, but I can if you’re into that. My aunt owns the place. We live next to each other. You’re gonna have to get used to seeing me.”
She rolls her eyes and tries to wiggle out of my grip, but it’s only a halfhearted attempt. “You can’t keep coming to see me at work like this.”
“Oh, I can’t?” I twine my arms around her and dip my head so the next words are muttered against her lips. “I think you like it.”
A surge of triumph crashes through me when she sighs and her hands twist around my neck. I’m sure she will deny it later, but she is the one who closes the tiny distance between our mouths.
In our urgency, we knock over a tower of cans, and they tumble to the floor with dull thuds. Sienna pulls back, cheeks flushed and eyes wide. “Do you think they heard us?” she whispers.
We listen for a few tense seconds. When it appears they haven’t, I tug her back to me. “Go out with me.”
Her dazed eyes blink up at me. “What?”
“Go out with me. Date two, remember?”
I kiss the resulting frown off her face.
“I don’t know.” Despite her protests, her head tilts to the side, giving me access to her neck. I would have to be completely dense to pass up the offer. Since I’m not, I drop my lips to her soft skin and suck and bite until her nails are digging into my arm.
“We won’t call it a date. You have to eat, right?”
“Hmm?” I take her earlobe into my mouth, and she shivers against me. When she can breathe again she adds, “Oh yeah, mhmm.”
“Then let me take you to dinner.”
She swallows thickly, and I twist so she’s pinned between me and the wall. Her eyes are overbought and half-closed. “I’ve got to stay late tonight. Your Grandma has a late doctor’s appointment so I’ll be closing up and finishing dinner here so Diane can take her.”
My groan is muffled against her throat. “What about after?”
“After?”
I chuckle, but even to my own ears, it sounds thin and desperate. “Yes, after dinner. After work.”
“We’ve been over this,” she says as her hands fist in my shirt. “I can’t.”
This time, my laugh is dark. “Oh, I think you can,” I say, kissing her again.
She sinks into me, into the kiss, and I can’t remember ever enjoying the taste of a woman so much. I’m not even sure she realizes how much she gives herself over. Based on how much she’s been holding back, how much she’s been hiding, having her give in is a reward a man like me doesn’t deserve. But I take it, and I demand more. Her mouth is my new battle ground, and I use every weapon in my arsenal to make her surrender.
When I pull back, she’s limp in my arms. “So,” I say between breaths, “I’ll pick you up after your shift?”
“What?”
“I’m gonna pick you up after work. We’ll take Rocky to the park and let him run around.”
“He’d like the park.”
“What time do you get off?”
There’s a soft knock, which startles us into silence, and then Aunt Diane says through the door, “Sienna, when you’re done, can you fetch me a couple cans of peaches? I think we’ll have cobbler for dessert later.”
Sienna stuffs her face into my chest, her shoulders shaking under my hands. When she can control herself, she says, “Yes, ma’am.” She pauses and shoots me a worried glance. “Do you think she knows what we’re doing in here?”