Lead Player - Alex Grayson Page 0,43
could certainly get used to waking up like that every morning.
I approach the bathroom door and peek through the narrow slit. My jaw drops, and I have the door shoved open and am across the room a second later. Before I realize what I’m doing, I slap his hand away and the razor he was holding hits the shower door.
I’m so shocked by what I just did that all I can do is stand there with my mouth forming an “o” and my eyes as wide as saucers. I’m sure I look ridiculous.
From his expression, Enzo seems to be just as surprised as he stares at me in the mirror with his face covered in shaving cream. He turns around, lifting his brows. “Umm… what was that?”
His question pulls me from my stupor and heat creeps up my cheeks.
“I am so sorry,” I say in a rush, completely embarrassed by my reaction. “When I saw you about to shave off your beard, I kinda lost it.”
He smirks, and if it wasn’t for the shaving cream on his cheeks, his dimple would show. “I take it you don’t want me to?”
I shake my head rapidly. “I really, really like your beard.”
He grabs the towel from the counter and uses it to wipe away most of the cream. “I guess it stays then.”
My shoulders sag in relief. I’ve never been much on facial hair, but it suits Enzo perfectly. I’ve seen him without it on TV and in magazines, and he looks damn good with a clean face, but if I had to choose, I’d totally pick the beard.
He tosses the towel into the hamper, and it’s not until then that I realize he only has a towel around his waist. The man has a body like a god, something to worship and treasure.
Lightning fast, he reaches out and snags my shirt, stretching the material when he pulls me toward him. Widening his stance, he tugs me until my front is smashed against his.
“You look really fucking good in my shirt,” he rumbles, staring down at me with his captivating eyes.
Sliding my hands up his bare chest, marveling at the firm muscles, I wrap my arms around his neck. “And you look delicious in that towel.”
His hands move to the hem of the shirt and they dip beneath. A small moan leaves my throat when he palms my bare ass.
He grins. Spinning me around, he hoists me up on the counter and wedges himself between my legs. His palms are warm and slightly callused as they slowly travel up my thighs, taking the shirt with them.
“What are your plans for the day?”
“Hmm… it depends. I have a manuscript at home I need to work on, but I might be persuaded away from it if something better is offered.”
My breath hitches when his fingers dip into the crease of my legs, his thumb only an inch away from my pussy lips. I lean back with my hands on the counter behind me and widen my legs, pressing my heels into his ass to bring him closer to my center.
“And what if—” He leans forward and latches his teeth around one of my nipples through the shirt. After a gentle tug, he lets it fall free, “I had something very pleasurable planned. Would that persuade you?”
Biting my lip, I look down at the towel and the hard ridge hidden behind it. “I’d be even more persuaded if you lost that towel.”
His grin is ravenous when he slides his hands back down my legs and grips the towel. I hold my breath in anticipation, and Nova pants inside my head.
“Enzo!” a voice calls right before a knock comes from his bedroom door. “I’m coming in, so you better be decent!”
My eyes go round at the same time we hear the jiggle of the outer door handle. He kicks the bathroom door and it slams shut, then he reaches back and locks it. His eyes close and his head drops, his shoulders falling. I shove him back and scramble off the counter.
“Who the hell is that?” I hiss, unsure if I should be pissed a female has shown up at his place or mortified at almost being caught with his dick inside me.
Lifting his head, he actually has the gall to grin. “My sister.”
Well, at least now I don’t have to yank some bimbo’s hair out.
“And how is this amusing to you?” I demand, crossing my arms over my chest.
“Because she’s going to love you.” He