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Oh. My God.
I can’t see his fingers, but I can feel them on my skin. I stared at them all through dinner, long and slender. Back in the day, I used to watch him spin pizza dough in his dad’s shop. They moved so quickly, so expertly. Like now.
“Jesus, Chari.”
I smile against his kiss, knowing exactly what he’s reacting to.
“Are you kidding me?”
He pulls back to see my reaction. I can’t help but smile.
All night I’ve been off-balance in a world that isn’t mine. But now, for the first time tonight, Enzo is too. Even if it’s just for a second, until the shock of me not wearing panties wears off.
“I would never kid you,” I say as his hand pushes my legs apart. I don’t hesitate for a second.
“I can’t stop myself,” he says, his voice hoarse.
“Why would you?”
Thankfully, he doesn’t. But as his fingers inch closer to their goal, he says, “Lots of reasons. But none of them seem important right now.”
With that, Enzo leans forward and kisses me again just as his fingers enter me. I gasp against his lips. From the pleasure. And also from the fact that this is Enzo, finally, and we’re together, and he’s touching me, and oh my God, where did he learn to do that?
With his palm pressing against me, he moves his hand. His fingers. His tongue mimics the same movements, and I swear, I will never be the same. I find myself pressing upward, wanting more. Wanting him.
“Mmmm.”
That low sound in his throat is my undoing. Clenching and convulsing against his hand, I moan into his mouth, pulling him even closer. I literally came apart at his touch.
But I don’t have any time to think about it, or to come down from my high. Just like that, I find myself lying on the couch, Enzo poised above me. And I want it. I wanthim, more than I’ve ever wanted anyone or maybe anything.
Enzo doesn’t move, though. He stares at me, and I stare back.
When he finally reaches down to kiss me, I meet him halfway. And just like before, it spirals out of control so quickly that we might as well be having sex. Except we’re both still fully clothed. Other than the whole panties thing.
Enzo breaks away, supporting his weight above me.
“Chari.”
I can tell he’s going to say something serious, something that ends this moment, and I don’t like it one bit. Despite the fact that I’m literally lying under him after experiencing one hell of an orgasm, from his fingers mind you, I can feel us cooling off.
“I didn’t ask you to stay here for sex.”
Too bad.
“I just”—he groans, and oh, what a sound—“I just had to see you again.”
His words, coupled with the sight of him above me . . . it’s all so surreal.
“I’m glad you emailed me.”
Something glimmers in his eyes. “I am too.” Then he jumps up, pulling me with him. “I have an idea.”
If his idea has anything to do with continuing where we just left off, I’m all in. Tugging me forward, he walks to the door and grabs my bag.
“I’m not sure I like your idea if it involves kicking me out of your apartment,” I quip. Or at least I’m mostly kidding. I’m still curious about how we went from being horizontal to . . . this.
“I’ll take you to your room. Why don’t you change, and I’ll do the same. Meet you in the kitchen for another nightcap?”
