I Fell for the Man Who Ruined Me, Then He Forgot He Ever Loved Me Back novel Chapter 369

Sienna didn't get an answer.

The man took a step forward, grabbing her waist and backing her up against the dining table. He pressed his body against hers, one hand supporting her back and the other cradling the back of her neck as he leaned down to kiss her.

His lips covered hers, softer than they had ever been.

He kissed her gently, sucking lightly, as if terrified she would shatter if he used even an ounce of force.

Honestly, Sienna didn't really like it this way.

It was too gentle, too restrained. Too careful.

It felt too chaste.

Even when Jorrod had amnesia, he wasn't like this...

It left her heart suspended in midair, fluttering helplessly as if someone were tickling it with a feather. It felt empty and maddeningly ungrounded.

Sienna poked him in the ribs.

Jorrod broke the kiss for a second. He opened his eyes, his dark gaze slightly hazy, and let out a soft, questioning, "Hmm?"

She decided to just be blunt. "I don't like it like this."

Jorrod lowered his head slightly, his hand sliding from her neck to cup her cheek. His thumb brushed over her swollen, kissed-red lips. His voice was thick and gravelly. "You don't like what?"

Since he had completely switched up his kissing style, there was no way he didn't know exactly what she meant. He was definitely playing dumb on purpose.

Too embarrassed to say it out loud, she turned her head away.

All Jorrod could see was the elegant curve of her neck and her profile turning bright red all the way to the tips of her ears. The blush spread like pink ink bleeding onto white parchment, slowly cascading down to her collarbones.

His Adam's apple bobbed before he pressed a kiss to the side of her neck.

His deep voice vibrated right against her skin. "Why aren't you saying anything? Are you going to make me guess?"

"Which way do you like it?" he repeated, his voice dropping an octave. "Or... do you prefer how we did it in the car the other night?"

Sienna's face practically caught fire.

Kissing was one thing.

But her heart couldn't handle that level of highly intense, explicit intimacy just yet.

"I don't want to!"

Jorrod gently pinched her chin, turning her face back toward him.

He tilted her head up, needing to see his reflection in her eyes before he was satisfied.

It was a brand-new sofa he had bought for her apartment just a few days ago.

He had done extensive research before picking it out.

It was bigger than the old one, and infinitely softer.

Sienna felt like she was falling into a cloud. Before she could even process it, his dark silhouette blanketed her.

"I was only asking because I want to make sure you enjoy it."

"My luggage..."

"I'll pack your bags for you tomorrow."

This time, the kiss completely lost all restraint. It was wild and reckless, his tongue sweeping through her mouth, forcing her to swallow his breath and match his frantic pace.

Sienna wrapped her arms around his neck, her head tilted back against the plush armrest. It was incredibly soft and comfortable, providing the perfect cushion.

But no matter how large or luxurious the sofa was, her body was still inevitably curled up beneath him.

Jorrod trailed kisses down her jawline, his breathing growing increasingly heavy.

In the middle of the scorching, feverish heat, Sienna accidentally kicked him.