Uneasiness lingers. “Does he know I’m spending the night?”
A large hand wraps around my wrist, tugging me into his arms. “You aren’t spending the night. You’re with me until we move into the house when it’s finished. And yeah, he knows. I’m not leaving you alone until I get the ring on your finger.”
I jump as his hand glides over my ass and he squeezes. I’m blushing as my knees go weak and I sag into him, the asshole chuckles. “So, what? I’m handcuffed to your side for the next six weeks?”
“I think I can make it so you’ll want to be in bed with me every damn night. No cuffs necessary.”
Holy crap, he presses his hard cock against my stomach and whoosh, my legs go out from under me. Laughing, he catches me, lifting me off my feet. His mouth goes down on mine, but he’s so mean, merely brushing his lips against mine. “Enzo,” I mo
an as I try to tug him down to me.
“In about three seconds the doors are going to open. If I kiss you we’ll never make it out of here.”
The doors open, we make it into the condo and into the bedroom without me noticing it happening. His arms tighten a second before I find myself on the edge of a high bed. Using the hand in my hair, he guides me down off the bed. “On your knees, open wide.”
He doesn’t have to command me twice. My mouth is as wet as the core of me wanting to taste him all over again. This afternoon, I couldn’t believe what came over me; now I know the answer is Enzo. With one hand I grasp the base of him while I fight the urge to try once again to swallow him whole. Careful, I suck deep as my tongue tastes the weeping slit at the tip of his thick cock. How can he taste so sweet to me when I never liked this before? Why am I soaking wet, my thighs slick with desire for him, desperate for him to fill me and make me whole? I stroke him up, then down, remembering to squeeze him tight at the base.
“I’m not going to last. Chloe, fuck.” Enzo groans.
Once again, he tries to pull away. I refuse to let him go, sucking harder as I take him deeper. A curse word is his warning, then he swells in my mouth and seconds later he comes. This time nothing escapes; satisfaction fills me as he groans my name. I blink and he’s tossing me onto the bed then following me down, his mouth on mine again.
Breathless, I gasp as he moves above me. “I swear I can last a fuck load longer than I do when your mouth is on me.”
“You might be able to, but I can’t.” I moan.
He grasps my pants and panties together as he yanks them off me. His mouth is on me seconds later, devouring me. I tear my own blouse off this time, my fingers fumbling with the buttons. Oh god, my hips jerk up of their own volition as a high-pitched cry escapes me. He’s all tongue, teasing, probing, licking deep, so deep except where I need him most. Please, please, I’m begging.
Strong hands grip my hips, then roll me over onto my stomach. What? The question has barely formed before oh fuck yes, Enzo enters me in one powerful thrust. Every bone in my body turns liquid as, burying my face into the comforter, I release a scream that leaves my throat raw. An orgasm slams into me without warning, breaking me apart, pulling me under, leaving me gasping for air.
“Breathe, Chloe. That’s it, angel,” Enzo croons in my ear. His arms come under me, holding me tight against him. A few more deep breaths allow me to surface safe in his arms as his lips graze over my ear, along my neck, gentle without urgency. Gradually I realize he’s still hard, buried inside me. I’m embarrassed at preventing him from coming to take care of me, again. God, he’s so hot, burning into me, every thick inch branding me as his. I revel in this feeling, in this moment.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper as from deep inside I clutch him tight.
“Don’t—ah, fuck.” His arms tighten around me as he begins moving, slowly at first, only it isn’t long before he’s surging inside me over and over and holy fuck I’m so close all over again, it’s so close, just beyond my reach. Enzo growls as he grinds against that perfect spot, slamming into me, and I hit my climax only seconds before him. As he comes inside me, I shiver. I love the feeling, blush at how much it turns me on, at the way my body milks Enzo for more. A growl vibrates up my back. “If you kill me before we get married, you get nothing.”
I laugh. “I can’t help it. It feels so good.”
He starts to move but I moan, clutching him tight. “No, don’t pull out yet. I thought you were taking on the challenge?”
“I’m too damn heavy for you.” Rolling to his side, he’s careful to not pull out. “Okay?”
“Hmm, yes, thank you.”
“Hmm...” is Enzo’s only response. I feel him go slack behind me. A glance back at him, he’s out like a light. Huh, his grip on me is still tight even in sleep. Looking down at his hands around my middle, one hand is cupping my stomach. Already, even in sleep, he’s got his hands on the prize. I run a finger over the back of one large hand; interesting how strong and large his hands are, yet he’s so gentle. The hand moves, catching mine.
“I’m sorry. I don’t usually crash, it’s rude.” Carefully, he moves me up onto the pillows, then untucks the covers from under me. “Be right back.”
Bemused, I watch as he cleans himself up, then wets another washcloth and comes back to me. In a replay of this morning, he cleans me between my legs. His touch is gentle, thorough, and he ends with a kiss on my mound. He tosses the washcloth into the hamper in the bathroom. I expect him to come to bed, only he picks up his suit and my clothes and my bag and goes into a walk-in closet. When he comes out he’s still not done: he finds my phone and charger and plugs it into the outlet behind the bedside table.
“You can’t go to bed with it messy, can you?” I ask as he gets back into bed. This time he turns out the lights before pulling me into his arms.
“No, it was instilled in me since I was a kid. My time in the Army engraved it in stone.”
“I should warn you now. I’m kind of sloppy,” I whisper as I run my hand over his chest.
“We’ll have a housekeeper, she won’t let it get bad. Why don’t you want to breastfeed?”
I have to reach over him for my phone on the bedside table. It takes only a few seconds to find the picture. I stick it in his face. “What the fuck?”