Fighting Dirty - Sidney Halston Page 0,27

He grabbed her waist and pushed her down. “Ride it.” It wasn’t really too difficult to spit it out, since it was exactly what he was thinking, though he’d never have thought of saying it out loud.

“Enzo!” she cried throatily as he slammed her down on him and then lifted her up to repeat the motion; she was so small and easy to manipulate.

He couldn’t hold off much longer. “Harder, baby,” he commanded, placing her hands on his chest so that she could ride him. He stuck his thumb into her mouth, and the sight and feel of her sucking it made him even harder. He lowered his finger onto her clit and began to move in small circles. Less than thirty seconds later her pussy clamped down hard on him and her movements quickened to the point of erratic. He gripped her waist to steady her as he felt the tingle of his orgasm start at the base of his spine and move down to his balls. With one final grunt, he came hard.

She collapsed on him in a sweaty heap of arms and legs, both of them completely limp and sated. The soothing feeling of their synchronized breaths was all he remembered as the eventful day took its toll on him and he drifted off to sleep, still connected to the woman who’d left him breathless.

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As was the case almost every night, JL woke up in the middle of the night from a restless sleep. At some point she’d rolled off of Enzo and was now tucked close to him, his chest her pillow. He smelled delectable and felt even better against her cheek with all the hard lines and planes covered by soft wisps of hair. She didn’t like being in the dark, especially in unfamiliar places, so she reached around carefully and quietly until she found the bedside lamp.

Quietly she got out of bed and looked at Enzo, who had shifted and was now sprawled out on his massively huge mattress, expensive-feeling sheets hanging off him. He was snoring lightly, his formerly perfectly done hair was mussed, and he had small purple marks along his neck where she had been particularly enthusiastic in her kissing. JL searched around the room for her clothes but didn’t find them. She opened drawers until she found one of his T-shirts and slipped it on before going to the bathroom. Lifting the lid of the hamper, she found her clothes there; apparently Mr. Neat Freak had awakened at some point and tidied up. She let out a chuckle at the thought. She, on the other hand, had pretty much passed out in a heady ecstasy-fueled sleep. She freshened up a little in the bathroom before heading out to explore his house a little, something she hadn’t had a chance to do earlier.

She padded downstairs, turning on all the lights along the way. Colorful paintings hung everywhere. They seemed to be from the same painter and were mostly watercolors of people playing musical instruments. JL studied them for a little while wishing she knew who the artist was because they were beautiful and she wanted to see more. She walked along the hall, her hand sliding over a wooden table intricately carved with an unusual design. She finally reached the living room, which she’d glimpsed from the landing, and was surprised there wasn’t a television, being that this was a bachelor pad.

There was a big wall unit with photos of people she didn’t recognize but who resembled him. Well, she did recognize his cousin and her friend, Francesca, in one of them. Everyone looked happy and he seemed to have a very large family.

Her stomach growled, and she turned in search of the kitchen.

If she were to design a kitchen of her own, JL thought when she found it, it would look just like this one. She didn’t cook, but she loved to eat. She’d always dreamed of having a family and spending time in the kitchen. In the television shows she’d watched growing up, the families always talked and bonded in the kitchen. She wanted that. To JL, that was what family meant.

The modern stainless-steel appliances in the high-ceilinged kitchen contrasted nicely with the traditional esthetic. The cabinets were antique white, and the thick slab of marble on the counter was a swirl of whites and gray. The island in the middle of the room was enormous. It had a big farm sink on one side and on the other