the way he looked at me. As if I was a precious stone, fragile and breakable.
His hand dropped to my thigh, hitching my leg over his hip. I leaned in to kiss him, but Enzo moved just out of reach, smirking. “I want to watch you,” he said. “I want to see your eyes flutter and your cheeks flush when you come for me.”
His hand moved higher along my thigh, stroking the skin there. Back and forth, back and forth, until he slid it between my legs and found my center. Hooking my panties aside, he pushed two fingers inside me, curling them deep while his thumb rolled over my clit in firm, lazy circles.
“God, that feels…” I pressed my lips together, trying to catch my breath. My eyes fluttered, but Enzo growled. “Look at me, Gattina. I need you to look at me.”
He worked his fingers deeper… faster… touching some place inside me that made my toes curl and my stomach clench.
“Come sei bagnata. Mi fai impazzire.”
My Italian was rusty, but I knew he was talking dirty to me.
“I want you,” I breathed, clutching the sheet between my fingers as he took me higher and higher.
“Just let me do this for you.” His eyes were almost black as he watched me slowly come undone, stroke by stroke.
“At least kiss me.” It was a breathy plea as I arched into his hand, desperate for more.
“So fucking beautiful,” he rasped, dipping his head and dragging his tongue along the column of my neck. His teeth nipped my jaw, chased with tiny kisses but Enzo didn’t give me what I wanted. Instead, he teased me. Licking and sucking, tasting and touching. He trailed hot, wet kisses over my skin, burning me from the inside out, while his fingers worked me into a boneless, breathless mess.
“God, more…” I chanted like I was praying to some invisible deity. “More… I need—”
Finally, Enzo kissed me, hard and punishing, stealing the air from my lungs, as if he thought I might disappear at any moment and he wanted to imprint the taste of me on his lips forever.
My body began to tremble as intense waves of pleasure crashed over me.
“Come, Gattina,” he whispered against my lips. “Come for me.”
His name spilled from my lips.
Enzo. Enzo. Enzo.
He kissed me gently, drawing out every last drop of my orgasm. Then he lifted his fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean. “So fucking good.”
My tummy clenched.
“I want to return the favor,” I said, ready to shimmy down the bed and give him the best blow job of his life. But Enzo pulled me against his big, warm body and said, “Sleep, Gattina.”
Sleep?
He wanted me to sleep, nearly naked and wrapped in his arms? It would be almost impossible, my body hyperaware of every place we were joined. Hip to hip, chest to chest, my lips pressed against the hollow of his neck, tasting his salty skin.
How could I possibly sleep when all I wanted to do was jump his bones?
But as he held me tight, a sense of peace washed over me, and I found myself drifting. I didn’t want to. I wanted to capture every second of this moment because Enzo had a history of flipping the switch on me once the sun chased away the shadows. And I didn’t want this to end.
I never wanted it to end.
I woke to an empty bed. My stomach sank as I searched for any signs of Enzo. His clothes no longer littered the floor, and his side of the bed was cold.
He’d been gone a while.
I wanted to be angry at him, but I was only angry at myself. I should have known he would run. He’d been jealous, and jealousy made people act all kinds of crazy.
You foolish, foolish girl.
I let out a weary sigh. Enzo had been so different last night. So warm and tactile. He’d held me most of the night. I knew because I’d woken up at least three times. But the sun was up now, and like a ghost in the night, Enzo was gone.
My cell phone started to ring and I leaned over, snatching it off the nightstand, smiling at my best friend’s name.
“Good morning,” she said. “How are you?”
“Surprisingly, okay.” All thanks to a certain blue-eyed bad boy.
“I can’t believe it’s happening again.”
“Whoa, there. It isn’t happening again. It was a package, Ari.”
“It was a threat, Nor, and you need to take this more seriously. I’ve been talking to Nicco and we