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“Let’s spend the weekend together,” he says, tightening his hold on me.
“I thought you worked on the weekends.”
“Forget about work.”
“That’s gotta be a first for you. Maybe me, too.”
“Will you spend the rest of today and tomorrow with me? I want to get to know you better. Figure out what this thing is that’s happening between us because it’s throwing me for a loop.”
My mouth edges up. “Me, too.”
“No work, no regrets. Okay?” he presses, and I slowly nod.
“Okay.”
His mouth slams against mine, kissing me passionately, and he takes like whiskey and cigars.
Pulling back, I grin up at him. “Have you been drinking and smoking?”
“Yeah, drowning my sorrows.” He drops a kiss on my forehead, each of my cheeks, the top of my nose and, finally, one on my lips.
I pull back and smirk. “You were sad, Mr. Rossi? About what exactly?”
“You need to ask?”
I pretend to think and tap a finger against my lips. Lips already starting to become swollen by his wonderfully demanding kisses. “Was it perhaps because you know I’m going to beat you and win Holloway? Is that why you were sad?”
“Cheeky little vixen,” he growls, his large hand curving over my ass and squeezing. “No, honey, I was planning on getting stinking drunk with my brothers because I felt you slipping away.”
My heart starts beating harder and I look into his deep, dark brown eyes. It’s so very easy to get lost in them. “And now?” I ask, running my hands through his hair and around to lace behind his neck.
“Now I want to keep you close and I’m going to do whatever it takes. Starting with multiple orgasms.”
He sweeps me up into his arms so fast that I squeak.
“Where’s your bedroom?” he asks, nibbling on my ear.
“That way,” I say huskily, pointing down the hall, as a shiver runs through me. Good Lord, he’s been here less than five minutes and I’m dying for him to be inside me. I need this man on a primal, almost feral level, and I slam my lips against his, kissing the shit out of him. I’m hoping he gets the hint that I need him hard and fast.
As though he’s reading my overheated mind, Enzo tosses me on the bed. “Get naked,” he orders, quickly stripping out of his suit. For once, I’m not about to argue and I can’t pull my clothes off fast enough. Once we’re both naked, he drops down on top of me, his weight pressing me deeper into the mattress and I sigh. Being skin to skin with Enzo is the best thing ever and I arch up, trying to make sure every one of my curves is fitting against his sharper angles.
Enzo starts kissing me deeply, all tongue, exploring my mouth, and I moan when his hand slips between our bodies and those talented fingers of his start strumming my clit. Breaking my mouth free, I gasp and begin to writhe beneath him. He knows exactly where and how to touch me until I feel like I’m on the verge of losing my mind.
He slips a finger inside my aching core, curling it, all the while keeping the same pressure and rhythmic circling of his thumb on my throbbing clit. I begin to whimper, needing more, desperate for him to fill me up.
“Please,” I beg. Two can play this game, I think, reaching down and circling my hand around his rock-hard cock. He lets out a low, guttural groan as I squeeze and pump him.
“You don’t play fair, Bri,” he says, gaze locking onto mine as he brushes my hand away and shifts my hips, lining our bodies up.
“Oh, and like you do?” He slides his engorged tip through my wet folds and I push up, trying to draw him inside.
“Never,” he rasps and thrusts hard. We come together hot and fast, just like I want. I arch up, my breasts flattening against his firm chest, meeting him stroke for stroke. My legs wrap around his waist, drawing him deeper, enjoying how he stretches my body to the absolute limit.
And it belatedly occurs to me that we forgot a condom. Fuck. I instantly freeze and our carelessness must hit him at the exact same time because his hips stop their delicious pumping.
“Shit,” he hisses. “Are you on birth control?”
“No, but we should be okay. My cycle is like clockwork.” Although, the moment those words leave my mouth, it occurs to me that my period is late. I mean, it happens every great once in a while, so I push the thought out of my head. With Enzo balls deep inside me, I can’t think clearly.
