Chapter 34
MOLLY
Enzo kissed me.
This man who plays a long, slow, careful game has caught me by surprise and made a move I didn't expect.
He gave me a kiss I didn’t know I was craving. The softest press of his lips against mine, and yet my entire body tingles with an urgency that startles me. Then he does it again. I close my eyes as heat coils low in my belly.
But the kiss is over almost as soon as it began.
My eyes fly open.
He’s staring at me, then he sits back, watching me. Waiting.
For me.
I lean forward until my face is inches from his. Our lips are so close I can feel his breath against mine.
Then I kiss him.
A sigh escapes his lips and something changes.
His hands come up to cup my face as the kiss deepens, all that restraint disappearing. My fingers slide into his hair. His mouth moves over mine, hungry now, and I press closer, wanting more of him.
We're still half kneeling on the floor, Jenga blocks scattered around us, when his mouth leaves mine and moves along my jaw.
“Oh.”
The sound slips out before I can stop it. He draws back just enough to look at me.
“This,” I whisper, still trying to catch my breath. “This is a kiss I’ll never forget.”
His mouth finds mine again, but there’s still something restrained about the way he touches me. His hand moves over my side, then stops, like there’s a line he won't cross.
I take his hand and his eyes meet mine as I guide it higher and hold it against my breast.
For a second, he doesn't move.
Neither do I.
But a fire races through me. Flames lick my body. My breasts peak. Liquid heat dampens my panties. The look in his eyes sends another rush of heat through me. He wants me. Enzo Knight, with all his restraint and control, wants me.
And I want him too.
It’s been so long since I’ve wanted this with anyone. Longer still since I've wanted someone this much.
“I want you,” I whisper.
Surprise flashes across his face.
He takes my hand and lifts me to standing, before leading me towards the bedroom. I close the door behind us, and we're a tangle of hands and lips. I want to feel him all over. He's gentler than I am. Slower, taking his time.
It's as if the realization of what I want, what I need from Enzo, had only just washed all over me.
We tug our clothes off one another, until we're both standing there naked, save for our underwear. I look down at my big dirty, off-white panties in dismay. Some of the steam fizzles out of me.
I imagine he's been with women who are glamorous. Women who wear dainty lingerie just for him.
I'm not that woman.
But he’s by my side in an instant, causing my mind to fog over as he wraps his arms around me and gives me a deep, wet, toe-curling kiss. His tongue sweeping through my mouth with force.
His hardness pokes my belly, causing my hunger to ignite. Something unleashes inside me.
I need him.
I roll down his boxer briefs. His manhood springs up almost like a welcoming greeting. The tip glistening.
“Oh.”
My eyes meet his, but he’s staring at my breasts, which, I realize, are bare.
“You're beautiful,” he murmurs.
How and when did he remove my bra?
He drops between my legs, arms around my waist, holding me as if he's worshipping me. He kisses me there. Between my thighs. Over the top of my embarrassing big panties.
I squirm inside, but the noises he makes, the gentle, appreciative sighs as he kisses above my waistband. He makes me feel worthy of being his. I sigh, my knees going limp as I plant my hands on his shoulders. My head falls back, eyes closed.
That's when I feel his tongue on me.
On my private parts.
How did he—
His tongue slides between my soaking folds. A rush of arousal rips through me.
“Enzo...” My voice is rough, laden with something I can't name.
He peels my panties down, then slowly leads me to the bed, sits me down gently slides my knees apart before kneeling between them.
“Oh.”
Dark eyes meet mine. I feel vulnerable sitting like this, open for him.
“You are beautiful.” His appreciative gaze rakes over every inch of my body, before meeting my eyes.
He makes me feel special.
Beautiful.
“May I taste some more?”
“Uh...” I shiver, not from cold, but because I liked it. I part my legs a little. That's all he needs. His faces latches between my legs, and he sucks, and licks and ...
I lose myself. I fall back, arching off the mattress, writhing with pleasure. He stops suddenly and watches me.
His lips are moist.
Covered in my juices.
“Lie back,” he says, softly.
I do. I’d do whatever he asked me to.
He lies by my side, on his side, while I’m flat on my back.
His hands slide lightly all over me, like he’s touching something fragile.
Every now and then he looks at me. I can barely talk.
My breathing turns heavy as his presses gentle kisses along my skin.
My breasts, and stomach, and waist and thighs.
“Enzo…”
He caresses and strokes me the way I’ve never been touched before.
“I could come from this,” I blurt out as I lay writhing to his touch. He seems to enjoy this, watching my pleasure as he slowly gives it to me.
“Then come.I want to watch you.”
My lips part and I groan as he slides his finger inside me and hooks it. A low, dirty mewl falls from my mouth. He slides in another finger before latching his mouth to my pebbled breasts and sucks hungrily.
I start to pant, sweat lining my neck, my chest, as heat lances through me. I reach down for his manhood, overcome by an overwhelming desire that consumes me. I run my finger over his tip, hear him growl, and stroke with an urgency.
I need this.
He moves away.
“Enzo.” I sound desperate, because I am. I need him inside me.
He waves his hands at me helplessly. “I don't have any condoms.”
I bolt upright, then roll onto my side and pull a new pack from my bedside cupboard.
“I do.” Not that I get to use them much, but it’s good to be prepared.
Enzo takes them and grins. “Fruit flavored?”
“I like the colors.”
He laughs, takes one out, then sheaths himself. I lick my lips, watching him.
Desperate for him.
He rolls over me, supporting his weight on his elbows, and kisses me slowly, but nstead of giving me what I want, he takes his time.
Excruciatingly so.
His mouth moves over me gently, kissing my neck, my ears, my chest, my stomach, until I'm squirming beneath him.
“I need you,” I whisper.
“I know.”
“Now, Enzo.”
“Slow.” His mouth brushes mine. “Let's take it slow.”
I make a sound of protest, but he smiles against my lips. His kisses slowly become deeper, more demanding. Every time I think he's finally going to give me what I want, he changes course, his mouth and hands exploring me until I'm almost delirious with frustration.
I reach for his manhood, but he catches my hand. “No.”
My eyes narrow. “No?”
His mouth twitches. “Think you can hold out longer than me?”
Oh.
So that's how he wants to play this.
“You're going to regret challenging me,” I whisper.
“Probably.”
He kisses me again.
And the challenge doesn't last nearly as long as either of us pretends it will.
Soon there is nothing slow or controlled about us. Just heat and hands and kisses and the desperate need to get closer.
When he finally moves over me again, his expression changes. The teasing disappears. He strokes my face, looking directly into my eyes.
This feels like more than sex.
More than wanting.
It's Enzo.
The man who thinks about everything. Plans everything. Controls everything.
And he's looking at me as if, right now, nothing else exists.
I slide my arms around his neck and pull him closer.
“Enzo.”
His tongue sweeps into my mouth, exploring deeply, tenderly. Just then he slides inside me, filling me slowly, completely, taking his time, waiting for me to adjust.
I moan in sweet bliss, my sigh stretching out as he sets up a rhythm. Whatever control either of us had left disappears.
***
I wake up with Enzo's arms wrapped around me.
It feels warm and safe. I gaze up at him to find him sleeping peacefully, his lips pressed gently together. I watch the rise and fall of his chest and snuggle closer.
We made love.
A peculiar little rush goes through me.
I could lie like this forever. Not sleeping, just resting with my eyes closed, aware of his beating heart and his warm arms wrapped around me.
I could get used to this.
Being so ridiculously happy that my heart could burst.
***
I wake up, only this time the bed is empty. I bolt upright to hear clattering in the kitchen.
Enzo.
My heart fills to bursting.
I quickly brush up, throw on an oversized T-shirt and walk into the kitchen.
Enzo is making breakfast.
Thing is, we'd run out of eggs.
“Good morning,” I say.
He’s at the stove, scrambling eggs. The fruit bowl is filled to overflowing.
“You're making breakfast.” I walk up behind him and press a kiss between his shoulder blades.
He stops what he's doing and turns, giving me his full attention. His arms circle my waist and pull me against him.
“You like breakfast,” he murmurs, before kissing me.
Every nerve ending in my body seems to remember last night at once.
I slide my arms around his waist and kiss him back.
“Let's skip breakfast,” I murmur against his lips.
His eyes search mine. “You sure?”
I answer by kissing him again.
The eggs don't stand a chance.