Chapter 28
Enzo
Slowly, we’ve been carving out a new normal for us.
Rosie is so fucking resilient, I didn’t expect her to bounce back so quickly, but Christ, she amazes me more and more with every passing day.
When she slips on the Gucci cat’s-eye-framed glasses, the corner of my mouth lifts.
Turning to me, she asks, “How do they look?”
“Hot as fuck,” I mutter, hooking my arm around her and hauling her against my body.
She wags her eyebrows at me. “Is that so?”
I nod while ducking to press a kiss to her lips, and when I lift my head, I love seeing the surprise in her eyes.
Even after being a couple for close to three weeks, I get the feeling Rosie is still struggling to believe it’s real.
At first, I thought taking things slow so she could get used to us would be best, but yesterday I realized that’s not what she needs. She needs me to claim her and show her that she’s the one I want to spend the rest of my life with.
And that’s why I bought a box of condoms.
Once we get home, I plan to take ownership of every inch of her body.
Rosie frowns, her eyes narrowing slightly. “I can’t read your expression. What are you thinking?”
“You’ll find out soon enough.” Grabbing the holder, her glasses came in, I place it in the bag with the extra set we ordered, and gripping her hand, I lead her out to the parking area.
I scan over our surroundings, making sure nothing looks out of place, and getting my woman safely into the passenger seat, I set the bag down on her lap.
I feel her eyes on me as I walk to the driver’s side, and when I slip behind the steering wheel, she asks, “What’s going on? Did you plan another surprise for me?”
“You could say so,” I answer vaguely.
Rosie pulls the glasses off her face and digs the holder out of the bag before carefully placing them in it.
“I have a massive delivery coming tomorrow,” she mentions. “I need to be at the building at eight a.m. sharp.”
“Okay.”
Because I’ve been busy with Rosie, Christiano has had Nico take over some of my work, while Hugo has stepped in as his bodyguard.
I plan to talk to my brother in the next couple of days, but I first have to run it by Rosie.
“So, I’ve been thinking,” I begin the conversation I’ve put off for long enough. “You need a new underboss.”
Rosie sucks in a deep breath and lets it out slowly. “I can’t think of a single person who can replace Raffaele.”
“Not even one?” I ask, the corner of my mouth lifting slightly.
“Nope.”
“How about me?”
Rosie’s head snaps so fast in my direction she almost gives herself whiplash. “Are you serious?”
“Yes.”
Shock flutters over her face, but then she shakes her head. “Christiano will never allow it.”
When I stop the Mustang at a red light, I lock eyes with Rosie. “I’ll be the underboss for both families. Nico has been taking over some of my workload, and he can continue with it, which will give me more time to help you.”
Rosie just stares at me with her lips parted.
“Besides, when we have children one day, our heir will take over your family’s seat in the Cosa Nostra. Until then, it’s only right that I help you protect it.”
She blinks at me for a moment, then tilts her head while a grin spreads over her face. “Our children?”
Fuck. Maybe I should’ve checked if she even wants children.
I backtrack real fucking quick and say, “That’s of course if you want kids. If not, it’s okay. I still want to help you and honestly don’t trust anyone to be your underboss.”
“I want children.” Her expression turns shy. “I just never thought I’d have them with you.”
The light turns green, and pushing down on the gas, I steer the Mustang across the intersection before placing my hand on top of hers. “So you’re good with me being your underboss?”
Rosie brushes her palm over the scars on my forearm. “I’d be honored to have you represent me.”
“Good. Then it’s settled.”
Rosie turns slightly in her seat and stares at me all the way home. By the time I park the Mustang in the designated spot, emotion trembles in the air between us.
I get out and head around the front of the vehicle to open Rosie’s door, and when she’s standing beside me, I take her hand and tug her toward the elevator.
Okay, Enzo. Don’t fuck this up.
I actually begin to feel nervous, which is an emotion I’m not well acquainted with.
When the elevator doors open on the top floor and we walk into the foyer, Rosie pulls her hand from mine and heads toward the stairs.
“I’m going to shower, and afterward, I’ll make something to eat, so don’t you dare go near the kitchen.”
“Okay.” I follow her up the stairs.
“I’m serious.”
“I’m not arguing.”
As we walk into the bedroom, she glances at me, then a frown forms on her forehead. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” I take hold of her hand and pull her to the bed. “Take a seat.”
She plops down on the covers, and when I sit down beside her, she gives me a questioning look.
“I want to check with you so I don’t fuck things up.” My fingers tighten around hers. “Do you need a heads-up to prepare for sex, or do you want it to happen spontaneously?”
Her eyes go wide as saucers. “Oh, okay, I so did not expect you to say that.” Glancing away from me, she tries to hide the shy smile that forms around her mouth. “I vote for spontaneous. It’s been –”
I move fast, and hooking an arm around her, I shift her up the bed before my mouth slams into hers.
A startled gasp escapes Rosie, and not wanting her to start overthinking things, I kiss her wildly, making sure to silence her thoughts and have her focus on me.
Just like every other time we’ve made out, she gets lost in us.
I slow down the kiss, and as I pour my love into her, my lips knead hers and my tongue feasts on her unique taste.
By the time I lift my head, there’s a dreamy expression in her eyes as she stares up at me.
As I push myself up and grip hold of her top, tugging it over her head, Rosie shoots into a sitting position and helps me out of my T-shirt.
When I reach for her jeans and unbutton them, her eyes widen slightly as she realizes we’re taking it a step further than usual.
The moment I see her mind kick into a higher gear, I grip her jaw and kiss her hard, then I say, “No thinking. Just stay with me in the moment.”
“Okay.”
The question is written all over her face, so I add, “I’m going to make love to you.” Only then do I think to ask, “Are you ready?”
Rosie grips hold of my belt and unbuckles it. “Yes.”
Our mouths collide as she pushes the fabric down my hips, and somehow, we manage to get out of all our clothes without breaking the heated kiss.
When I brush my hand up the outside of her leg and over her bare hip, I rip my lips away from hers. My eyes burn over every naked inch of Rosie, and I swear, I forget how to function for a few seconds.
“Jesus Christ,” I whisper in complete awe. “You are a work of art.”
When my gaze lifts to her face, I see the worry as she stares at my cock. The instant she realizes I’ve noticed, she rambles, “I now understand why it hurt. Maybe I should take some Tylenol before we go any further.”
I let out a chuckle as I shake my head. “You won’t need painkillers.”
Kneeling in front of each other, I brush my fingers over her ribs before I place my arm around her lower back and tug her against my chest.
A breath bursts over her lips, and I give her a moment to catch up to what’s about to happen. The moment she does, wonder fills her gaze.
I place my other hand on the side of her neck and tenderly kiss her while using my body to push her onto her back.
I’ve never fucked face-to-face. It was always from behind and with as little emotion as possible.
But as I cover Rosie and our eyes lock, nothing has ever felt more right.
Between kisses, I keep a close eye on her expressions. I slip my hand between her thighs, and the instant I part her and caress her clit, her eyebrows draw together, and her body shudders.
“Enzo,” she whispers my name like it’s a prayer, the anticipation and desire filling her eyes, my undoing.
When I push my finger inside her, a groan of pure satisfaction rumbles from me.
Fuck, I love touching her.
I keep my pace slow, letting her soak my hand before I move down her body, dropping kisses all over her breasts, stomach, and abdomen. Pushing her legs open, I grip hold of her ass and lift her off the covers as I duck my head.
With the first swipe of my tongue, Rosie’s back arches and her muscles tighten while the most addictive flavor explodes over my taste buds.
Going down on her was meant to get her ready, but as I begin to lick and suck at her clit and opening, I lose my fucking mind until I’m downright devouring her.
“Enzo!” Rosie sobs. “God.”
Her hands fist in my hair, and when I lose a few strands, I grin against her pussy before sucking even harder. Rosie’s thighs tremble where they’re rubbing against my shoulders as she moves, then her heel hits the middle of my back as she begins to convulse.
“Shit… God… Yes…” Her moans are music to my fucking ears as she orgasms, and I can feel pre-cum dripping from my cock and forming a wet spot on the covers.
When I finally lift my head and lick my lips, Rosie looks boneless while her chest rises and falls with rapid breaths.
She’s completely out of it for a few seconds before she’s able to whisper, “Wow.”
I open my bedside drawer and grab the box of condoms and lube I placed there last week, but Rosie grips hold of my wrist and shakes her head.
“I got an implant.”
My eyebrow lifts. “When?”
“During the second checkup with Dr. Milazzo. We’re good to go.”
I toss the condoms back into the drawer but open the lube and squirt some into my palm. When I stroke it evenly over my cock, Rosie’s eyes lock on my hand, and desire darkens her eyes.
Noted. My woman loves watching me touch myself.
I grab my T-shirt and wipe the leftover lube off on it before I move back to Rosie and press a kiss to her hip.
Knowing I’m seconds away from being inside her, my heartbeat speeds up and emotions shudder through me.
Christ, I get to be the man who makes love to Rosie.
I get to be the one who claims her.
Rosie