that draws the reader in and makes them curious to know more.” I turn in my seat and tuck my foot under my butt. “Third, it’s a dark romance. A very dark one. What happens to Beatrice is horrific and terrifying.”
He flips the book over so the open pages are on his thigh as he mirrors my position. “What happens to her?” he asks.
“You’ll have to read it and see.”
“Come on. At least give me something.”
“Nope. It’s better to read it going in blind. I don’t believe in giving spoilers.”
He stares at me intently for a moment. “Tell me, do you enjoy reading stuff like this?”
I don’t answer right away, unsure if I should be truthful or not. On a whim, I decide on honesty. “I think parts of it are hot as hell.”
“Really?” he asks, looking intrigued and a bit turned on by my answer. A quick glance down at his lap confirms my suspicion. Is it from what he was reading? Or from knowing I like what he was reading? “So, you want to be choked like that?” he continues his questioning, his voice thick.
Shrugging, I say, “I have no clue. I’ve never had it done to me before. Besides, you can fantasize about something you read or see, but not want it to happen to you.”
His lips quirk up. “Tell me one of your fantasies.”
“How about you tell me one of yours,” I counter. I’m a glutton for punishment by making that request. I already feel moisture pooling between my legs with him so close and knowing he’s aroused. But my curiosity has gotten the best of me.
“I’m the typical male,” he answers with twinkling eyes.
“Let me guess. Two females at once?”
He grins unashamedly. “Naturally.”
I roll my eyes with a laugh. “Okay, so tell me one that’s not your typical greedy male fantasy.”
Instead of answering, he tosses the book on the table and leans toward me, grabbing my leg and tugging me forward. My legs are spread open as he drapes them over his thighs. I’m forced to lean back on my hands.
“What are you doing?” I ask suspiciously. Knowing I’ll regret it later, I don’t stop him as he manipulates my body to how he wants it.
“Showing you my fantasy,” he rumbles, sliding his palms up my thighs, only stopping when his thumbs meet the crease of my legs.
“This seriously can’t be your fantasy. I’m sure you’ve had many girls in this same position hundreds of times.”
The heat in his eyes when he lifts them to mine has my stomach clenching.
What in the hell are you doing, Alaina? How have you gone from practically shoving him out the door, to this situation you’re currently in? I told him a few minutes ago that he lost his mind, but it’s me who’s gone bonkers. My will-power is so weak when it comes to him. Weak? No, not weak. You have to have some for it to be weak. I apparently have none at all.
“They weren’t you. Having you just like this, spread open for me, is one of my new fantasies. The only thing that would make it better is if these clothes weren’t in the way.”
I release a stuttering breath as my skin turns feverish. There’s a pulsing achiness in my core, and if I weren’t spread eagled right now, I’d rub my legs together.
“Enzo, we really shouldn’t be doing this.” My protest is feeble, but I have to at least try.
His hands slide under the hem of my shirt, and I shiver. “Why not?”
“Because….” I pause, momentarily losing my train of thought when his fingers skim up my ribs to right below my breasts. My back arches of its own accord. “Because this’ll never work out between us.”
“We won’t know unless we try.”
Mesmerized, I watch as he dips his head and kisses the exposed skin on my stomach. I jolt and my legs tense around him. He pushes my shirt up and over my breasts and fingers the lacey edge before pulling one of the cups down. His head lowers again, and I give a low cry to the ceiling when his lips clamp down on my nipple, sucking me into his warm mouth. He moves to the other one and does the same, driving my lust higher.
“I love how responsive you are to me,” he murmurs against my skin. I look down and find him nuzzling his cheeks against my sensitive flesh. The rough hair feels amazing. “It’s like you can’t get enough.”
I can’t