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We stared at each other for what seemed like ages, but must not have been more than a few seconds before Enzo cursed under his breath and crossed the small space in one long stride.
Hands gripped my shoulders, giving me a yank until I collided with his chest and our mouths tangled together in a toe-curling kiss.
The first kiss we’d shared had been confusing—like the both of us were trying to confirm that we were attracted to each other. It had been a test, one that we had passed and then tried to forget all about.
This one, however, was full of the sort of hunger that I was briefly worried would burn us alive with the intensity of it.
And then it just got hotter.
Enzo’s growl of need made me shiver as his hands tore at my clothing, pulling the sweatshirt over my head and tossing it into one of the dark corners of the closet. His fingers slipped into the waistband of my leggings and I stopped him for a moment, my head spinning with how fast things were moving.
“Are you sure?” I rasped, my voice a whisper hanging in between us. “There’s no going back from this.”
Enzo didn’t answer me verbally, but I felt another yank down the bond before he flooded my senses with exactly how he was feeling.
Affection, need, worry, anger for me, and more filled my brain.
It was all I needed from the alpha and I gripped the front of his dirty white button down and pulled him back down to me.
Clothing was shucked away in a blink until Enzo was pushing me up against one of the half-empty shelves and using it to help prop me up before he pushed inside of me without any preamble.
“Shit, maybe I should have stretched you a bit,” he groaned as we stood stock-still until the burn of tightness ebbed away and was replaced by a pleasantly warm feeling, like the embers of a morning fire just waiting to be stoked by a fire poker.
For reference—I was the fire and Enzo was the fire poker.
“I don’t think I could have stood it,” I mumbled, wrapping an arm around his neck to help steady myself as we stared at one another as if we were both awed by the sensations we were feeling.
Who would have thought two months ago that the man I couldn’t stand to be around because it felt like he could see right through me, would be knot-deep inside of me as we had sex in a supply closet.
Enzo’s fingers dimpled my hips as he slowly withdrew his length and made both of us gasp as he slammed deep inside again.
“Focus on me, Ciara,” Enzo reminded me, his brows drawn together with concentration as we moved together. “Only on me.”
I couldn’t have thought about something other than him even if I tried. His tangy, slightly bitter cranberry scent surrounded us and made my head spin with only him. Only Enzo.
The shelves shook as we hurried to the finish line, a box of something crashing to the floor as Enzo let out a strangled noise.
“I want to knot you so bad,” he groaned, even going so far as to reach in between us and grip the swollen ring of flesh like he was afraid of it accidentally slipping in.
“Later,” I promise on an exhale before dragging him in for another kiss, jerking as his thumb began to rub steady circles on my swollen clit.
Enzo’s mouth pressed into my ear, his teeth grazing over the sensitive shell. “Come for me.”
His words were a mix of a plea and an order and my body shuddered with it. Burying my face in his neck to muffle the scream bubbling up in my chest, I came.
My legs twitched around him as he continued to thrust inside of me until he eventually wrapped his arms tight around my torso and followed me over the edge with a sharp intake of breath.
And then there was darkness.
When I came to we were laying on the floor together, Enzo’s hand tracing letters into my sensitive skin.
Looking over at him, I found him staring up at the ceiling with a pensive look on his face.
“Do you regret what we just did?” I asked, my voice hoarse.
If he did, I wasn’t sure how I’d ever recover from it.
But Enzo just shook his head.
