“Nope. The only thing I’m giving you a tour of is my body.”
I grab his neck and pull his head back down to my face so I can keep kissing him. I don’t care if he can’t see where he’s going while he carries me, I need the distraction.
We stop outside another door.
“You have to stop kissing me for a second, baby,” Enzo purrs.
“Why, when you like it so much?” I ask back, still kissing him.
“Because I’ll fuck you right here in the hallway if you don’t
let me open the door.”
“You don’t need your lips to open the door.”
He chuckles as I push my tongue deeper into his mouth.
“Just my eyes,” he says, wiggling his eyebrows.
I stop and watch as the system uses facial recognition, a code, and his fingerprint to get through the door.
I must be gaping because Enzo says, “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you know all the codes and the system recognizes you to get to my private bedrooms.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Paranoid much?”
“I’m in the security business. Securing yachts is my favorite part. No one will touch you here. Milo will never be able to get to you.”
If I was worried before, I’m not now. The way Enzo speaks with such intensity, I know he would take a bullet before he let someone touch me.
“Does every room have this level of security?” I ask.
“No, just yours and mine.”
“I like the sound of that.”
“The sound of what?”
“You and me.”
He grins as he carries me into the room at the end of the hallway. I expected a tiny room with a modest bed; we are after all on a yacht. But this room rivals the one in his beach house mansion.
“Seriously? How is this room so big?”
“The same way everything else about me is big,” he wags his eyebrows.
I laugh. I could get used to playful Enzo. I know he’s just teasing to keep me distracted from the fact we are now moving. But I could tell the second the engines started. The familiar rock of the yacht starts immediately, and I know it will only get worse the further out to sea we go.
The bed is beautiful, made of light whites and gray linens. I expected it to feel darker in here, but instead, it’s heavenly. I remember the cave of a room I stayed in for years; this is the opposite of that. The windows look out into the ocean, but the high ceiling and lights overhead make up for any darkness. I don’t feel trapped so much as encased by beauty.
“Put me in the bed and fuck me,” I tug on his bottom lip with my teeth.
“No.”
I pout. “Why not?”
“Because I want to fuck you against this wall first.”
He motions to the almost all glass wall that looks out to the ocean. He flicks a switch, and the wall lights up into beautiful shades of turquoise blue, making the ocean seem illuminated.