He framed her face with his hands, pushing closer with his large body, wedging himself between her thighs so that her legs were spread wide. Too wide. Her skirt, although long, was moving up around her hips. Exposing the fact that she hadn’t worn panties. The cool air actually teased her suddenly heated sex. She didn’t make the mistake of squirming, although it took a lot of control.

“If I laugh, mi vida, do you plan to have words with me?” He dipped his face down toward hers and she totally lost her breath. All of it. Air rushed out in a long, slow trail as she stared up into his handsome face.

For Siena, it had always been this man. Always. He filled her dreams, her fantasies. There had never been another man and there never would be. She couldn’t help herself, she had to trace that shadowed jaw. He always looked like he had a shadow, that wonderful abrasive stubble that felt so incredible between her legs. His lashes, so dark and long, framing his amazing eyes. He was handsome, so much so that she couldn’t believe how masculine he looked at the same time. All hard lines and planes. He looked dangerous, and every time he came close, her heart pounded and her stomach did a slow, delicious roll. Every time he came close, deep inside, fireworks went off. How did she hide that from him?

“Yes.” She managed to get the affirmation out, but just barely because she had no air in her lungs.

His lips brushed hers. “Baby, you’re so fucking adorable, sometimes you just take my breath away and I don’t know what to do.”

It was the last thing she expected. Especially when his mouth was so close, distracting her.

“You need to take me seriously, Elijah. Especially when I’m trying to tell you something important.”

He nodded. His hand dropped to her bare thigh, circling there. She was acutely aware of his palm burning a brand in her skin.

“Tell me what you wanted to say before I lost my nasty temper,” he prompted.

Back to gentle. He could disarm her with his gentle. She took a deep breath because she needed air desperately. His fingers weren’t still against her skin. He moved them in subtle patterns. She felt each one sink deep into her. Inside. Right at her deepest core, where she grew hotter. Where the burn settled and smoldered. She tried not to squirm so he wouldn’t know that his touch, although on the inside of her thighs, burned through to the inside of her body. He’d take advantage of that. She just knew it.