“It’s good for you.” Deliberately she removed the loosened cap and tipped a little of the contents down her throat, and then poured some down the front of her so it ran in a little river over the swell of her breasts and into the deep valley.

His breath hitched in his throat and his eyes darkened with lust. “You’re playing with fire, mi amorcito. I have no problems throwing you over my shoulder and carrying you off to the bedroom right in front of our guests.”

She wanted to dare him, but she knew he’d do it. She’d totally love it, but she’d never be able to face Emma or Catarina again without blushing. She bit her lip and let her fingertips answer him, sliding over his denim-covered leg, indicating yes, but no at the same time.

His hand fisted in her hair, pulling her head back, tilting her face up to his. He bent low and took her mouth the way he often did. Pure hunger. Uncaring who saw him. She tasted love in her mouth and the moment she did, she gave him everything back, pouring herself into his kiss like a gift. Just as hungry, hoping he could taste what she felt for him.

He broke the kiss and pressed his forehead tight against hers. “You still with me, baby, or are you processing?”

“Both,” she answered a little breathily. She processed slow. She knew that, letting in a little bit of information at a time. He’d given her a lot, but there was so much more she needed to know. He’d told her about the past, not the present or the future. She needed all of it before she could make a decision.

It wasn’t lost on her that he was courting her every minute of every day. With his sweet side. With his kisses. With his body. He was determined to make it difficult for her to ever leave him, and he was doing a really, really good job of it.

“You going to give my woman her water,” Jake demanded, “or are you two going to take it inside?”

Siena couldn’t help but smile as she buried her face in Elijah’s throat. She heard the teasing note in Jake’s voice, but Elijah had instantly shifted, nearly pulling her out of the water to wrap her up in his arms protectively. He didn’t like her the least bit uncomfortable—unless he was the one making her that way.

“You okay?”

“Perfectly. Your friends are really nice. I’ve never had the chance to have friends, Elijah, so this is awesome,” she assured him.