Chapter 14 #2
Enzo pulled back to gaze at me and he seized my chin with his hand. Lust burned in his eyes, desire unmistakable. Seeing how desperate he was to have me sent a shiver down my spine. Tilting my head back, he said, “You never have to hold back with me. I promise you that, Valentina.”
It took all my willpower to not rip my clothes off. Somehow, I kept my composure long enough to challenge him. “Prove it.”
A lazy, wolfish smile settled on his face, hinting at all the delicious trouble I was about to get myself into. “Gladly,” he said, accepting my challenge with a wicked glint in his eyes.
The wait was killing me, and I couldn’t take it anymore.
I didn’t need any teasing or prompting to know what I wanted to do next.
Hands shaking with anticipation, I unbuttoned my blouse, then shrugged it off to let it slip down to the floor.
Next, I unbuttoned my jeans, sliding out of them before stepping closer to him.
Greed flashed in his eyes as he took me in. This was a desperate need that had been building ever since we’d first met. Enzo wanted me all to himself. No one else could have me—in his mind, I was his and his alone. I was his and he was mine. At least, until we found our pleasure.
He started assessing me the way a predator does prey.
I blushed under his scrutiny, suddenly feeling so coy that I almost averted my gaze.
But that would never be me. Enzo could make me feel like prey, but we both knew I’d never act the part.
Any submission on my part was to my own desire, to shared pleasure.
Not to him. And certainly not to the De Lucas.
I was a Romano. An equal in all things, and exceptional at all times.
Besides, he told me that I wouldn’t hold back with him.
I intended to unveil what kind of woman I’d be in his arms.
“Are you going to stand there and stare all day?” I asked, throwing my shoulders back. I wasn’t going to be the only one on display here. I had needs, too. And right now, my main need was to see Enzo strip.
Enzo grinned at me, kicking off his work boots.
Then, instead of bothering to unbutton the rest of his buttons, he tore his shirt off.
Buttons popped off as he exposed the rest of his chiseled abs.
That flash of chest made me bite my lip in an attempt to suppress a moan.
It was no use. A low moan escaped my throat and I was suddenly letting a hand slide down his muscular chest. He was hot to the touch, his powerful muscles flexing as I let my hand wander further down.
When I stopped at the top of his jeans, I tugged at the waistband, signaling how badly I wanted him to lose the rest of his clothes.
Still grinning, he followed my silent command, and he got to work unbuttoning, then dropping his pants. He was in boxer briefs and nothing else.
Getting an eyeful of his magnificent body spurred me on. I reached behind me to unhook my bra, and then, I was bold enough to strip out of my panties.
I stood naked before him, watching him as he drank his fill of me. I noted the way his eyes roamed over my breasts, again, the way he gazed at me as heavy as a caress on my exposed flesh.
“Damn, you are perfect,” he choked out.
“Your turn,” I threw back, suddenly feeling even braver and more desirable.
Eagerly, he got out of his boxer briefs, revealing an erection that made my mouth water. His shaft was thick and rock hard, engorged at the tip. Just waiting for me. I licked my lips, hungry for him. I was not prey. We were two hunters, circling each other.
“I take it there are no complaints,” he said with a grin.
“Absolutely none,” I said. “You look like a Roman god.”
He laughed, then glanced from me to the broken-down bed.
“That thing is broken and we’ll freeze.” I was already edging toward the warmth of the fireplace. Enzo’s kisses had warmed me, but that was when I’d been fully clothed.
Those dark, calculating eyes landed on the place in front of the fireplace.
Not hesitating, he stalked over to the bed to grab pillows and drag sheets off it.
When he got back to the spot in front of the fireplace, he laid everything out and I had never seen anything look more inviting.
Especially when he lay down in all his glory to smile at me.
I accepted his silent invitation and got down on the soft pillows and blankets beside him. The fire warmed my skin, as did the heat of his body.
“I’ve got an IUD already, but—”
“Don’t worry about it,” he interrupted smoothly. With one swift move, he was pulling out a handful of condoms out of a nearby duffel bag.
“You knew you were going to get lucky?” I asked in shock.
“Princess, I used to be a single man,” he reminded me. “Safety first and always, right? If it matters that much, no, I didn’t think I’d get lucky. I thought we were going to save all that for the wedding night.”
How could I be mad at him for trying to keep us both safe? I smiled at him. “I can’t wait any longer.”
He ripped open one of the condom wrappers, sheathing himself with the latex.
With my heart pounding in my head, I got comfortable on my back, shamelessly spreading my legs for him. He positioned himself between my thighs, kissing me again, his tongue taking full possession of my mouth.
I wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders, desperate to finally have him.
One quick stroke was all he needed to penetrate me.
Without thinking, on pure instinct, I wrapped my legs around him, locking him in place.
Pleasure hit me so hard, with such intensity, I nearly forgot to breathe.
The ecstasy spread from my core, rippling through my entire body.
I gasped out in wonder, stunned that I could be so attuned to my body that every nerve ending was on fire.
I moaned. His huge, muscular, body crushed me beneath him, the sensation of all that hardness driving me wild with need.
I gyrated against him as he hammered into me.
“Yes,” I moaned.
The pleasure was all-encompassing. A relentless wave that swept away all doubts and fears.
It banished my thoughts. Crashed through all distrust. There was nothing left for me to cling to or hide behind.
All I had left was Enzo. And with each thrust, Enzo brought me back to my body.
Brought me back to the woman that I was within instead of the woman I thought I was supposed to be.
I clenched around him, never wanting to let him go.
He groaned in response, thrusting into me harder and faster.
I ran my hands through his silky dark hair, my hold tightening as he surged inside me. I raised my hips to meet each thrusts, pleasure rocking me. Enzo worked himself into me with the power of a racehorse, his body drenched in sweat and rainwater as he drove into me again and again.