This is it.
The moment he’s finally going to kiss me.
Then, his thumb brushes across my cheek.
“There, you had mascara under your eye.” He smiles down at me.
I bite my lip in frustration. How could he not kiss me? We are so close.
He’s still gripping my face even though my mascara is fixed. We are still inches from each other. My hands are gripping his biceps to keep myself afloat.
I’m not going to miss my shot.
Without thinking, I pull Enzo to me and steal a kiss.
This could ruin everything if Enzo doesn’t feel the same way as I do. He could turn me down. He could stay away from me for fear that I will kiss him again.
The second our lips touch, though, I know I have nothing to worry about. A burning desire sparks deep in my belly. Enzo pulls me tighter to him, deepening the kiss instead of pushing me away. I feel how hard he i
s as his tongue explores my mouth. He’s a good kisser, real good.
I feel myself flying high on adrenaline and lust, the longer the kiss lasts.
I want Enzo.
I want his kisses.
I want his body.
I want his heart.
I want him to be mine.
Suddenly, Enzo pulls away. His ears perk up, and he presses a finger to my lips to keep me from talking.
I listen carefully, not sure what we are listening to. Even through my blissful haze, I can make out the car horn as Mr. Black’s Bentley locks.
Enzo’s father is a horrible man. I know to stay clear of him. He’s cruel and vicious and rules every room he enters. I don’t fully understand Enzo and his father’s relationship, but I do know that Enzo has no choice but to follow his father’s orders.
“Run,” Enzo says with intensity in his voice, along with what must be fear.
I don’t know why he wants me to run. My only guess is that he doesn’t want us to get caught together. His father wouldn’t approve of his son, who is about to gain an evil empire, ruling it with a poor maid’s daughter.
He boosts me out of the pool and then jumps out next. I start running toward the guest house I share with my mother at the back of the property, even though it kills me to be running from Enzo. But before I take two steps in that direction, Enzo grabs me and yanks me to him, stealing one last hungry kiss.
A kiss that will be my downfall.
“Enzo!” Mr. Black yells from the deck above us.
Goosebumps form and the hairs on my arms rise at the single word.
“Coming, Father.” Enzo grabs my arms around my biceps and motions to the basement door nearby.
“Go hide in my bedroom. I’ll come find you when I’m done with my father,” he whispers.
I nod, speechless. Enzo isn’t done with me. He wants more. A tiny thrill shoots through me.
He winks at me before he runs up the stairs to meet his father.