Which reminds me.
I reach down with what faculties still function and attempt to unzip his jeans. But Enzo stops me.
“You first. If you touch me right now, this won’t go like I planned.”
His voice is thick with desire, and I’m here for it. And I can’t help but feel a hint of wonder that he feels like that because of me.
He reaches behind my back and unclasps my bra with the deftness of someone who’s done it many times before. One bedside lamp is enough for me to see his expression, his parted lips. Dear lord, my insides are breaking apart.
One second he lays his hands over both breasts, cupping and teasing the nipples as he watches my reaction. The next, he does to me exactly what I’d intended to do to him. Jeans, unzipped. Pulled down. And of course I’m not wearing underwear.
Never do.
“Holy shit.”
Something snaps in him. Enzo doesn’t even bother to take off his jeans before he pushes me onto the bed. On top of me, gloriously dominating me like I’ve wanted him to do since forever.
I kiss him back as Enzo’s fingers both part and enter me at the same time.
“Screw slow,” he says, his lips back on my neck, which is totally fine because now I can grab ahold of that tousled black hair of his and hold on for dear life.
“What,” I gasp, “are you doing?”
I mean, I know what he’s doing, but it’s like the first time, on steroids. How can it possibly be even better than before?
“I am finger-fucking you, Chari,” he whispers in my ear, his tongue in rhythm with his two fingers inside me. “And then I plan to fuck you for real.”
“When?”
I tug at his jeans, needing more of him. All of him.
“When I hear my name coming from your lips.”
He pulls away to watch me as his hand continues its magic.
“Enzo,” I say, eager and ready.
“Hmm,” he actually chuckles at me, his thumb now entering the fray. “Not quite like that.”
“Enzo,” I pant, trying again.
Still, he holds himself over me, his shoulder flexing as his arm moves rhythmically. I can’t hold on much longer.
“Enzo.” I’m breathing heavier now, so close. Closing my eyes, I let the moment take over. I’m done trying to convince him to give me more. I’m ready to just feel.
My hands now grip the pure-white duvet cover beneath me. The unbelievable fact that I’m in bed with Enzo DeLuca, in Switzerland, as his fingers drive me expertly to the edge, is so stunning that my eyes fly open just as I begin to pulse into his hand, Enzo’s palm pressing over me.
“Enzo!”
That one was no kitten call. It was from the chest of the tiger he accuses me of being.
“That’s it,” he says, jumping from the bed as I revel in the aftereffects. “That’s what I’ve been waiting for.”
He didn’t just want to hear me say his name, he wanted me to scream it. I wish he’d just said that in the first place. But I’m too distracted to say so. Enzo’s jeans now lie in a heap on the floor, and he’s pulling down the very last barrier between us, and oh my.
“You’re huge,” I blurt before I get control of my mouth. I blame the orgasm.
The right corner of his lip curls up, but Enzo doesn’t respond. Why am I suddenly so nervous? This is crazy.
I notice the small package in his hand then. Enzo proceeds to roll a condom over his cock like a boss. When he moves back over me, I have no idea what to do or say as he looks into my eyes. That look . . .
Like he knows me, inside and out.
Like he wants me, more than I’ve ever been wanted.
Like he knows we’re both going to enjoy this. Tremendously.
I swallow hard.
His hand on my inner thigh jolts me back into conscious thinking. He’s pushing his fingers into me again, feeling to be sure I’m still wet, which, of course, I am.
I grab on for dear life.
He’s right there, poised to enter me.
“Yes?”
I love that he’s asking me that, even now.
But I answer anyway. “Hell yes.”
Before he’s fully inside me, the gravity of this moment makes it hard to actually breathe like a normal person. Seeing him on top of me like this, feeling him fully . . . and then he moves.
“You’re perfect,” he says, “so beautiful, Chari.”
“Kiss me,” I answer.
He does. And a splash becomes a tidal wave. Just like that, we go from slow and sweet to hot and frantic. His tongue plunges into my mouth as he mimics the movements down below, pumping harder and harder every time.
He slides a hand between us, but I don’t need him to stimulate me any further tonight—in fact, it would be painful if he did. So I pull his hand up and wrap my fingers through his. In response, Enzo pins my hand above my head and circles his hips.
I thrust up to meet him.
Again and again until my muscles tense everywhere. When he pulls away and looks down at me again, it’s the final straw. I can’t look into his smoldering eyes and feel his cock so deep inside me and keep it together.
So I don’t.
“Come with me,” I demand, knowing he can.
With a roar more medieval than modern, he does. I lose all sense of reality for a minute as everything tenses and squeezes, and I don’t even know my own name.
“Chari.”
I almost thank him for the reminder.
Enzo pulls himself up, no need for words as we stare at each other. I know that wasn’t normal. I don’t need him to say so. Honestly, anything he says now will lessen this moment. So I put my finger to his lips, content just to revel in whatever that was together.
The perfect ending to the best date in the history of dates. I’m almost afraid to imagine what’s next, because nothing could possibly top that.
23
Enzo
I won’t wait until we’re back at the hotel.
I can’t wait. Not for this woman.
Even though we’re at the European launch for Angel, and I should absolutely not be this distracted.
“Chari,” I say. And when she turns from one of my business associates to look at me, I add, “Can I talk to you for a minute?”
My sudden desire to get her away, to myself, has nothing to do with the fact that this guy is better looking than most. Or that Chari has already hinted at her affinity for French accents. I’m not a jealous person.
Correction.
I’ve never been a jealous person before now.
“Sure,” she says. And when I nod to the back of the bar, she hops off the barstool. I try not to stare at her ass. I’m in work mode, or at least I’m trying to be. Hayden just texted to ask me how it’s going, and I’m not quite sure what to say.
Professionally?
Perfect. The English-themed pub is packed, Angel signs and press everywhere. The ball has been pushed off the proverbial European mountain, and now it just needs some time to get rolling. Tonight marks the beginning of a new chapter for us. Within a year, Angel will be in three countries.
Personally?
It’s out of control.
I don’t just want to be with Chari every second of the day—I crave her. We were apart for exactly three hours earlier, and it felt like three days. Now I can’t stop watching her, wanting to be the one she’s smiling and laughing with, even though I know it’s my job to work the room.