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“That you are,” he says, letting go of my hand. We’re standing so close, I can almost feel the heat from his body.
“I have this cabin for a week.”
My chest rises and falls as every muscle in my body screams to touch him. This is going to happen, probably, regardless of whether or not it should.
“My laptop is in New York.”
His words take a moment to penetrate.
“A week? You took off the entire week?”
“I did.”
This is terrible timing for him to be off from work. And no laptop? Enzo doesn’t go anywhere without it. The thought of him leaving it behind, for a week . . .
“Why?”
He takes the final step, closing the gap between us.
Enzo reaches behind my head, fists my hair and pulls me into him. Our lips find each other’s as if starved. And as his tongue swirls with mine, Enzo’s words flit through my mind.
A week.
No work.
“Enzo,” I mutter with the very last vestiges of restraint left in me. “Why?”
In answer, he begins to unbutton his shirt. Oh dear Lord, this man is the devil. He knows what he’s doing to me right now. With each button that comes undone, we’re one step closer to a reconciliation with no resolution.
But he stops for long enough to say, “To convince you to take me back. To convince you I realize how fucked up my priorities were. But that’s about to change.”
To convince you to take me back.
He undoes the final button, and before he even tosses his shirt aside, my fingers itch to touch him, to trace the ridges of his abs and . . .
His shirt is off, and I’m a goner.
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Enzo
I’m not gentle.
Chari’s sweater is off, her jeans unbuttoned before we can make it past the couch. There’s no way in hell I’m waiting to get upstairs. Discarding my shoes and socks, I slip a package from the back pocket of my jeans and then lose them too.
Chari hasn’t agreed yet. The fact that she wants me now, in this way, doesn’t mean she wants me back.
At least she’s listening. I know my confession shocked her, but it was the only way I could think of to make her understand.
As much as I want to forget dessert and have my way with you . . .
When she said that, she flipped a switch in me, and I can’t turn it off. Don’t want to turn it off.
We’re both completely naked in front of the fire. My hands are everywhere at once, grabbing and caressing. I pull us down onto the plush carpet as the wind picks up outside, bending and snapping tree limbs, as tumultuous as my emotions.
I want to be inside her.
I want to love her, to show Chari how wrong I was to push her away.
