her off the car. He helped her right her clothes and then brought her into a tight, sweet hug.
Chapter 6
A hug? She’d never been hugged after sex. It was too intimate, and JL didn’t do intimacy. Especially not with someone like Enzo. Someone who she knew was probably dying to get to a well-lit area to check whether his zillion-dollar automobile had been scratched. She awkwardly but gently pushed away and got in the car. She felt odd now. They’d had a long date, spending the entire day together, and now it was over. Well, it definitely ended with a bang, she thought.
After spending ten minutes searching for his phone, which, when they found it, was amazingly undamaged, they got into his car and he took her hand in his as he drove.
“You’re quiet,” he said.
“Am I?”
“Yeah.” He was stopped at a red light and she could feel his eyes on her. He leaned across the center and cupped her face with his hand, forcing her to look at him, and then he kissed her. Unlike the kiss in the parking lot, this was soft but no less passionate. She hesitated only a moment before kissing him back. Someone honked from behind them, bringing their moment to a halt. He turned back to concentrate on the road, but instead of continuing straight to her apartment, he made an abrupt U-turn.
“Where are you going?”
“Today’s been about new things, right? Well, I’m taking you to my house.”
“Oh, let me guess. You’re one of those cool, mysterious men who never take a woman to their house unless she’s special. I’ll be the first woman to have ever been blessed to have slept in your one-million-thread-count sheets,” she said with a roll of her eyes.
“Actually, no. What’s new to me is that I’m going to ignore my early morning meeting tomorrow, I’m going to ignore the fact that you may have to work tomorrow, and I’m going to take you to my house, without asking. I’m just going to do it, and I’m going to let loose for the first time in my life.”
“Are you, now?” she asked coyly. “Why would I want to go with you to your house, and how exactly are you going to let loose?”
“Instead of keeping things inside, I’m going to lay it all out there. I’m going to tell you all the nasty, dirty things that are rolling through my mind. I want this date to be something you remember. I want you to want a second date, and then a third. I didn’t get a chance to see your entire body naked. I didn’t get a chance to make love to you properly. Most important, though, I just had a little sip of you, and now I can’t get you out of my senses. I will not be able to sleep or work, or basically do anything, until I get to taste you. Completely. Thoroughly. Selfishly. Because, Jamie Lynn, I have to make you come with my tongue.”
“Damn!” She pretended to fan herself. “I thought you didn’t do dirty talk.”
“Guess you created a monster. Hope you’re ready.” He pulled into his driveway.
She unlatched her seatbelt, crawled over to the driver’s side, and straddled him. “Oh, sugar, I am so ready.”
She began to kiss his neck, her breasts pressing against his chest. He slid his hand down the back of her shorts and grabbed her ass. “Going to bite right here as soon as I can get you in my bed.”
She groaned into his neck and slowly moved her hand down between their bodies to cup him through his shorts.
Taking her wrist to stop her, Enzo opened the car door and got out with her still wrapped around him, her hands fisting his hair, her breath coming hard, and her mouth moving from his neck to his earlobe, which apparently had a direct line down to his throbbing cock.
Struggling to find his keys, he finally opened the door to his house, kicked it closed behind him, and went straight to his bedroom upstairs. As soon as he had one knee on his bed, it was on.
She pulled her shirt over her head and threw it to the side as he fumbled with his belt and shorts. As soon as they were both naked, her kneeling on his bed and him standing less than a foot away, they stared at each other’s bodies. He was about to tell her how sexy she looked when she scrunched her nose and