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“Do you think I expected this? Hell, you’re everything I usually try to stay away from—everything about you screams trouble to me. I don’t do more than one night, yet here I am with you and I already know one taste of you won’t satisfy my craving.”
“But?”
He slides closer and I don’t fight him, allowing his hand to land on my thigh and shoot what feels like a million jolts of electricity up to my core. “I didn’t kiss you because I thought I was dying. I knew we were going to land. I kissed you because it’s all I’ve thought about doing for weeks and you were there, and my willpower finally faltered, so I said fuck it.”
“We have to think this through.” I put my head in my hands. “We’re being irrational, acting on lust.”
“It’s no one’s business what happens in this room or outside of Jacobson and Earl.” His hand slides up my leg, molding to my hip. “I need you to agree to that before we go any further. I need to know you’re in this with me.”
I stare into his caramel eyes. I mentally make note to recall this moment when I get fired from Jacobson and Earl, because no matter what way I twist it, this is the stupidest decision I’ve ever made, but at the same time, I’m owning it.
I slam my lips against his, surprising him, and he loses his balance, falling to his back. And then it’s almost as if someone blew a horn and said game on. Frantic hands and lips go to work to see how many inches of skin they can touch.
His hands are firm, sliding under my pajama pants, gripping my ass. A growl rumbles deep in his throat, and he moves my hair away from blocking access to my neck.
I grind along his length, the friction taking me to the point of no return faster than it should. I need to relish tonight. To remember his hands and the path they took. Right now, I’m the seventeen-year-old virgin in the back of Johnny’s Civic. Except Enzo isn’t Johnny. Not even close.
The night I lost my virginity, I was eager for it to end. To get over the pain my friends had told me I’d experience. Tonight, I desperately want to slow us down because I have no idea what it will be like after this. But slowing down feels nearly impossible because all the tension that’s been tightening around us has snapped and neither one of us can control the pace. It’s going to be fast and quick and earth-shattering.
He runs his mouth along my breasts, his teeth scraping over my T-shirt and latching on to my nipple. My arms reach behind his head, holding him to me. My hips go into overdrive, and that early crescendo of my orgasm appears.
While I’m lost in my head, his hands venture under my shirt and pull it over my head. Once I’m bared for him, his hands cradle each breast. The smoldering looks he’s given me over the past few weeks are nothing compared to right now.
“Damn, you’re beautiful.” He buries his head in my breasts, kneading them and kissing each one while he grinds his erection into me.
The only barriers are his boxer briefs and my pajama pants, and my orgasm inches closer and closer to the point where I can’t control it. I’ve wanted this man for so long, and he’s living up to every fantasy I’ve envisioned. I slide down his chest, kissing every crevice of his abs.
“Shit, Annie.” He bucks when I cup his package over his boxers, looking at him with my best seductive stare. His hands thread through my hair, moving it aside so he has a clear vision of me.
I run my hand under the hem of his boxers and up his leg until his length fills my hand. He runs his thumb over my lips, opening my mouth. I suck on his thumb and twirl my tongue around it, mimicking what I’ll do once I get his hard length there. His eyelids slip further and further down the more I tease him.
All of a sudden, he flips me over and his lips devour my breasts, his eyes on me as though my expressions will guide him to make this a night to remember.
“Enzo,” I whisper, my eyes falling closed as my head hits the mattress.
“Nope.” His hard body runs up the length of mine, the weight of him falling on me as his lips meet mine. The kiss isn’t nearly as intense as it was a moment ago, but it’s deep and prolonged and rhythmic. He ends it, and I’m clenching to keep my orgasm away. “Eyes open.”
I open my eyes, and his cocky arrogant smirk is front and center. My hand runs down his cheek, his stubble softer than I expected. Will I finally get to feel it between my thighs?
Once he’s satisfied, I’m going to adhere to his rules. His tongue slides down my neck, through the valley of my breasts, and past my belly button. Sitting up, he hooks his fingers on the sides of my pajama pants and pulls them down my legs, then he situates his face between my thighs.
Yeah, his scruff feels delicious there. I knew it would.
“I found that tattoo you were talking about.”
“Jackpot,” I say.
“Just remember that I said one taste will never be enough.” He licks me, and my head falls to the mattress, my eyes shut.
He stops. I pick up my head, my nerve endings frazzled and crying out for more.
“I told you, eyes open,” he says.
I don’t even have a sharp reply because I miss him being there and I’ll do about anything to have him back. “You should be warned payback will be a bitch.”
He chuckles, taking my hand and placing it over my clit. “I expect nothing less. Now let me watch you play with yourself.”
If I thought I was on the cusp before, I’m downright ready to scream out now.
