Heaven indeed.
20
Chloe
Rolling over, I reach out to find Enzo already out of bed. It’s how I usually wake up since he’s a morning person, but it doesn’t mean I’ve gotten used to it. I check the clock, almost ten, stretching, I smile at all the ways I ache. Okay, I get all the hype about sex now that always sailed right over my head. Enzo makes every time better than the last. Even when I’m sure it couldn’t possibly be, it is. I’m pretty sure I should be ashamed or at least blushing at how much I loved the spanking I asked for, but I can’t dredge up an ounce of shame.
Pressing my setting for the shower from the future, I step under the hot water then sigh as the body jets hit me. A little sigh escapes as I think of last night. Is it weird I’m pretty sure last night was it? It’s crazy to know so quickly. I don’t know how to explain it; last night felt different, I feel different from yesterday. I shake my head as I run the sponge over my body. Don’t be silly, don’t get your hopes up, it can take months to get pregnant.
When I walk out of the bathroom I find Enzo in the walk-in closet. The way his eyes light up when he sees me makes my heart flutter, then his arms are around me. “Good morning.”
His kiss is slow. “A very good morning. I missed you in the shower, darn.”
“I’m not dressed yet.” I love the way he prefers to roam shirtless around the condo. He’s constantly asking me to do the same, but the place is all windows. I’m still too shy to go shirtless, but I do go braless the way he likes.
“I wish. Don’t be mad, I need to run into the office to check on two things. Just two and I’ll be right back.”
I pout; I hate how much he works. “Enzo—” He cheats by kissing me silly.
“I know, I know. I’m sorry. An hour, two tops. Next weekend, all weekend I’m all yours, I promise.”
“Fine.” I hate fighting with him. “Come home soon, please.”
“I promise. When I get back we’ll go have lunch.”
“Okay.” With another kiss he lets me go to get dressed. I lean back against the island to watch him. God, he’s so damn sexy. A little thrill goes through me at how sleek, sophisticated, civilized he looks in his suit yet when he’s out of it, he becomes downright dirty and demanding. I’m pretty sure it’s why I love how rough he gets, the way he’s always in control and how with me, because of me, his control slips.
His eyes me
et mine as he knots his silky gray tie. “Do I pass?”
“I like you better naked, but I guess you’ll do.”
Laughing, his hand goes into my hair, holding me still. Every single time he makes me so fucking wet when he does it. “I’ll make it up to you.”
Oh god, my legs go weak at the way he invades my mouth. I moan and try to put my arms around his neck, but he doesn’t let me. “I have to go.”
“Then don’t kiss me like that, you brute.”
“Sorry, couldn’t resist.” A smack goes down on my ass, making me yelp. We both smile at the memory of last night, then he’s gone.
Cranky, I get dressed in yoga pants and one of Enzo’s plain white T-shirts.
Ah, he left me breakfast. An omelet, still fluffy and warm, is under another plate with a note telling me it’s a goat cheese, pancetta, and tomato omelet. Yummy, my favorite.
Done with breakfast, I wonder if my cats love me anymore as I roam the condo looking for them but figure out they’re on the other side with Bethany and Dante. I’m not sure if they are home, but I think I hear the television. For a minute I consider going over to hang out, but I’m not in a television mood. It’s been a while since I read the day away. Usually on the weekends we’ve still been going to check out the house, picking paint colors, small finishes and last Sunday it was furniture. Only three more days and Ray is positive they’ll be done. I’m excited to finally be moving into our own home. Not that I don’t love spending time with Bethany and Dante, but Enzo and I still need to find our own equilibrium as a couple.
I snuggle into the couch with my ereader, looking for a quick read, then I blink and Enzo is shaking me awake. “Hey, sleepy.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. I wasn’t expecting to fall asleep.”
“I can see. Have you been asleep the whole time I’ve been gone?”
“What time is it?”
“Ten past one.”
“You said an hour, two max,” I remind him. Dang, three hours after