Echoes of Chicago

Just when I was about to savour the feel of Sienna’s lips on mine, a loud shrill filled the air. We jerked apart instantly.

Goddamn it.

My breath was still tangled with hers. My lips tingled where they’d brushed her skin. One more minute—literally one—and I would have had her pressed against the couch, my hands sliding under her sweater, my mouth on her neck, drowning in her. Every promise I’d mad