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He pushed her t-shirt up, happy to see she hadn’t put a bra on yet, though he wouldn’t have minded to see the red laced bra he had found in her trunk. He took her rose tipped nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the hardened bead. Her body arched into him, and he could feel the stress in her body dissipate.
“Want me to stop?” he asked and pulled away.
Her hand cupped his head and drew him back. “Don’t even think about it.”
He kissed the curve of her breast and drew his tongue along the soft mound, stopping just before her nipple. “I thought you had to get ready for work?”
“You and I both know there’s no way in hell you’re letting me go.”
“Is that why you were trying to sneak out before I woke up?”
“Damn straight. I’m not an idiot.”
“No, you’re not. You’re a sexy, intelligent woman who drives me mad.” He dipped his head, taking her nipple between his teeth and suckling the tight bead. She moaned, her nails digging into his shoulder. The harder she dug, the more he teased.
Stealing away the control she held onto with an iron fist was turning into a game for him. He loved to watch her throw away the reins and let him take the lead. Last night he’d learned her body—what she liked and what made her squeal.
He rubbed his thumb over the red lace of her panties, and her leg wobbled. He lifted her into his arms and positioned her over his throbbing erection. He didn’t enter her, preferring to tease for a bit longer. “Your ankle okay?”
“It’s sore,” she admitted, and there was tenderness in her tone that shot directly to his heart.
“Then let’s go get you some ice.”
She shook her head. “Ice later. Right now, all I want is you.”
Her hand stroked him, and he circled her wrist, pulling her arms to wind around his shoulders. He stood with Cami clinging to his neck. He grabbed a condom and sheathed himself.
“Impressive,” she said and kissed his throat.
“That was nothing.” He swiped the head of his cock against her center. She inhaled deeply, and he thrust into her. Her nails cut into his flesh. He thrust again, loving how this position gave him all the control, making her powerless and having no choice but to absorb every sensation.
Pain mixed with pleasure as her grip on him tightened, driving him wild. He glided his hand down her leg, angling her bad ankle to a safe spot as he sat on the bed. The position caused her to take him deep, and he inhaled a shaky breath, trying to cling to the little control he had lift.
Cami rocked against him, and he couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. She regained control and rode him, clutching him close, her breasts rubbing against the coarse hairs of his chest. He couldn’t hold back, didn’t even try; he was too far gone, consumed with Cami.
His body tensed, and he fell over the edge just as she cried out and collapsed against him. He hugged her to him, breathing in her vanilla coffee scent and savoring the soft feel of her hair on his cheek.
He didn’t want to let her go, loving her pressed against him, but he needed to dispose of the condom and get ice on her ankle. He stood, and she clung to him still. With a laugh he made his way to the bathroom and took care of the condom before heading to the kitchen. He walked over to the counter and placed Cami’s bare ass on the marble. She squealed and lifted up with her hands.
“Cold,” she said.
He kissed her lips and smiled. “You need to cool off anyway.”
She playfully shoved at his shoulder, and he laughed as he went to the freezer and pulled out an ice pack. He grabbed a hand towel and lifted Cami’s leg. He stroked the skin that was no longer swollen but was marred with ugly blue, yellow, and purple swirls that curled toward her foot.
“I am so sorry,” he said and kissed the bruised skin. He replaced his lips with the ice pack, and Cami winced at the contact.
“Okay, move so I can get down,” Cami said, and Enzo barked out a laugh.
“That’s not happening.”
“I can’t stay naked on my kitchen counter. I prepare food on this counter.”
“I’m okay with that.”
She rolled her eyes. “You would be. Now let me down. I haven’t had my coffee yet today, and you don’t want to see that side of me.”
“Point me in the right direction, and I’ll make a pot.”
