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“Nope, but I like it.” I grin. He slides his hand over to my bare thigh, the heat from his massive hand sinking straight into my bones. His body temperature could rival a radiator. “Can you tell me where we're going now?”
He shakes his head once. “I just want to show you something.”
I groan. “What if you're a murderer and you're taking me somewhere creepy to chop me up and cook my hair or something?”
He breathes a laugh, eyes on the road in front of him. “Cook your hair?” Another laugh and rubs a hand over his mouth. “If that was my plan do you think I would tell you?”
“Probably not.”
He reaches out and runs a strand of my hair between his fingers. “It would be a crime to cut this.”
I raise a brow. “You got a thing for hair?”
He sniffs, placing his hand back on my thigh. “Nah.”
We drive through the city, his driving as careful and coordinated as ever. I keep the windows rolled down so I can feel the sticky heat on my face. I take a deep breath. I've always loved the smell of cities, the pollution, the different food scents. I love the sensory overload. I love the city. I want fast-paced, overwhelming, exciting. I find comfort in the unknown and I can't help but feel content in this moment.
His thumb starts to move in idle circles on my thigh. I place my hand on top of his and he intertwines our fingers. It's such a small gesture but it makes my chest feel too full, like it's about to burst at the seams. He makes me feel like a little kid. That kernel of fear expands as I stare down at our hands. I need him to stop being so gentle. I tell my hand to let go but it doesn't. It holds his a little tighter if anything.
We arrive at an apartment building in the financial district and he parks in the garage underneath taking the elevator up to the penthouse. An empty penthouse. No furniture, no belongings. It's not even decorated. I raise a suspicious brow at him.
He shakes his head and huffs out a laugh. “I’m not going to murder you.”
“Definitely something a murderer would say,” I say under my breath. He slaps my arse.
It's a beautiful apartment. Light, airy, exposed brick with wrought iron features.
“Let me guess, this is yours too,” I say looking around the huge bare space. He winks at me and takes my hand to guide me up a small flight of stairs which comes out on the flat rooftop. The view is stunning. 60 floors up, from one side the skyline of Manhattan, the whole city illuminated by a million lights. The other side, the bay. Thunderous-looking clouds sitting heavy in the distance. There's that electric feeling in the air, the promise of a storm.
It steals my breath. There’s something about looking out over a city, all those people are nothing but car headlights and late-night office computer screens from up here. It reminds me how little we all matter, how all our choices are so inconsequential in the grand scheme of things.
Out here holds the only furniture, a few seating arrangements dotted around the edge to look out at the view. The rooftop is paved with segments of turf, a pergola stretches over half of it. No flowers but it would look amazing with something growing between the wood. I’m not good with flower names but those droopy purple ones? You know the ones? Hannah would know the name of them.
I lean my elbows against the railing, taking it in. Enzo wraps his arms around me from behind resting his chin on top of my head, I fit in the curve of him like I was made to.I lean back into him, overwhelmed by the smell of him. If I could bottle it up and wear it myself, I would. I can smell his expensive aftershave but also him underneath. It's manly and clean like soap and cedarwood with the smallest hint of whiskey, it’s awfully intoxicating. “How did you know I'm a sucker for a good view?”
I feel him shrug behind me. “Just a guess, this is my favourite.”
“Why this one?” My voice is barely above a whisper as I stare at the wide expanse of sky and buildings.
“Because, you can see most of my territory from here.” He starts pointing in different directions and I pretend like I'm listening but all I can think is how wrapped up I am in him and how much I'm enjoying it.
“All yours?” I breathe.
His head dips lower, his mouth right by my ear as he moves my hair away from my neck. His fingers brush lightly over the skin, inciting goosebumps to prickle up my spine. “All mine.”
I turn my head so I can look at him and his eyes are on me. I’ve never seen eyes with so much depth, they’re endless. I feel like if I let myself get lost in him, I would never find my way out. I wouldn't want to find my way out. I reach my head up to press a kiss to his lips and he melts into it. One of his hands holds my neck and keeps me in place whilst the other snakes around my waist and pulls me up so I’m more accessible to him.
Do you know what the world record is for the longest kiss? Fifty-eight hours, thirty-five minutes and fifty-eight seconds. I could top that without even trying. Kissing him is like a drug. He just surrounds me, pulls me in so deep I can't see anything else.
I can already feel the tightness in my core building just from having his lips on mine and my hands on his body. My tongue flicks out and I suck his lower lip into my mouth causing a throaty sound to come from him. His arms tighten and so does my hold on his face. He kisses me with so much passion it ignites a fire deep down inside me. Kindling at the base of my spine. I can feel his stubble brushing against my jaw as I run my hands through his thick hair. If he doesn’t fuck me tonight, I swear I’ll combust.
He grabs my hips and lifts me up, one arm gripping my arse as the other keeps my body pressed up against his so tight I have to arch my back to keep kissing him. I wrap my legs around his middle, holding him to me. I’m a little scared he'll drop me. He doesn't. He holds me like it’s his life purpose.
I can already feel him pressing into me between my shorts and I shift against it, already desperate. He walks us over to one of the sofas and sits down, bringing me down on top of him. Finally, I feel the full expanse of him pressed up against my centre and I knew I was right.
I'm already wet. I was wet the moment he rested his hand on my thigh in the car. It’s instinctive but I slowly move myself against his length and a small moan slips from me. It's not a want at this point, it's a desperate need. I need him inside me. I think I’ll die if I don't. He sucks my tongue into his mouth and it makes me move a little more desperately. We pull apart just for a second so he can lift my t-shirt over my head. I'm in just my bra underneath. His eyes roam over my chest and settle on my eyes. The hunger in them turns me into melted butter at his feet.
His hands span over the soft skin of my belly and up to cup each of my breasts before squeezing. He slips my straps over my shoulders and pulls the bra down with more urgency. My breasts spill out, my nipples stiffening in the breeze. “Fuck.” He breathes. “You have the most perfect tits I've ever seen.” He rubs a thumb over the metal bar through my nipple, his eyes intently watching it stiffen further. “Did they hurt?” His voice is lower than usual, rougher.
