It’s not something I’m used to yet, but I know that one day soon, loving Enzo will come as naturally as the way he loves the ocean. The way he lovesme.
Energy crackles in the air between us as he pulls me close to him, still conscious of my injured wrist.
“You don’t ever have to worry about that. I’ll sooner pry open the jaws of a shark if it means I’ll be coming home to you.”
Too choked up to respond, I reach up on my toes and capture his lips with my own, feeling the energy around us combust. With his tall stature, he has to bend at the waist for me to reach.
I’m swept away by the feel of his mouth moving expertly against mine. Enzo doesn’t kiss—he devours, just like the beasts he swims alongside.
His tongue dips into my mouth, curling behind my teeth before stroking against my own. Tingles begin at the tips of my fingers and spread throughout every inch of me until my insides are reduced to static.
I need more of him. Need him so much closer until there’s nothing between us but our own desire.
I hook my left arm around his neck, molding his slippery body against mine. I feel every divot and curve against the softened parts of me, and I shudder from the feel of it—of him.
His cock is impossibly hard and thick, sliding against my lower stomach, and just as I’m ready to say fuck the no sex thing, he pulls away.
I mewl in response, too disappointed by the loss of him to be embarrassed.
“We’ve had a long month,amore mio. Let’s get some food in your stomach and relax, yeah?”
“I have a really bad joke about putting something else in my stomach, but let’s not go there.” Just as the words slip from my tongue, my eyes widen. “Wow, I so meant your dick, but that sounded even worse out loud.”
He chuckles, the sound deep and delicious, causing a shiver to roll down my spine.
“You don’t want babies?” he questions, turning off the water, then handing me a towel. Maybe it’s the accent, but something about the way he asked that is criminal.
As if a fire is quite literally licking my ass cheeks, I hightail it out of the stall.
“Hell no,” I say, wiping the water off my face before wringing out my hair.
I turn right as he steps out of the shower, droplets cascading across his tanned skin, clinging to the fine dusting of hair on his chest, and getting lost in the divots in his stomach. My mouth dries.
“Okay,maybe.”
Both dimples are on full display as he stares at me from beneath hooded eyes.
“All it takes is the tip,bella.”
Chapter 37
Enzo
“Selachians? What does that mean?” Sawyer asks, a slight wobble to her tone and anxiety carving lines into her face as she steps on the metal walkway.
She must’ve noticed the name of my center written across the landing pad. She wasn’t ready to get back on to a boat yet, so I got us a ride here on a helicopter instead.
“It’s Latin. Sharks are a part of the Selachii family,” I explain.
I grab her hand and lead her down the boardwalk, the grated metal ringing beneath our weight. I had glimpsed the shark when we were getting ready to land and wanted to check it out before I showed Sawyer the lab.
“Oh shit,” she breathes behind me. “Please tell me there’s no head-dunking this time.”
I toss a feral grin over my face, and she looks torn between slapping it off and keeping an eye on the shark. “Not this time.”
She scoffs while we come to a stop in front of the enclosure. Even distorted from the water, there’s no mistaking her size.
“She looks like she’s about eighteen feet,” I observe, eyeing the shark with a critical eye.