Call Me Crazy (Bellamy Creek #3) - Melanie Harlow Page 0,41
down, I hoped it wasn’t just part of the act.
Everyone smiled at us as we made our way across the room, and I felt an odd surge of pride that I was his wife—or at the very least, that people thought I was the one he’d chosen. He was so handsome and charming and well liked. He could have had any woman he wanted, and he’d picked me.
He did not pick you, scolded a voice in my head. This is all one big act. And you better not get caught up in it.
We reached the bar and ordered two more drinks—another Prosecco for me and a beer for Enzo. “So what are we going to do about this honeymoon suite thing?” I turned to face him. “That’s one I didn’t see coming.”
“Me neither.” He shrugged. “You could go stay there, I guess.”
“By myself?” I laughed, shaking my head. “Do you know how fast it would get around town that I was staying in the honeymoon suite at the Bellamy Creek Inn alone on our wedding night?”
“True.” Enzo frowned, and it struck me how unfairly handsome he was, even when he was brooding about something. He looked fantastic in his suit and tie too. Several times tonight, I’d imagined what it would be like to take it off him, piece by piece. Run my hands through that thick dark hair, messing up his perfectly styled waves. Jump up and wrap my legs around his torso. Bite his bottom lip.
Our drinks arrived, and I took a much-needed sip. “But I feel bad. I don’t want it to go to waste.”
Enzo tipped up his beer and took several long swallows. “Fuck it. Let’s use it.”
“Use it?” I looked at him in surprise. “Like stay there together tonight?”
“Yeah.” He shrugged. “Might as well.”
“What about the bed situation?”
“What about it?”
“I think we need some additional rules,” I said as heat rose from the bodice of my dress and crept toward my face.
Enzo looked amused. “Okay.”
“If there’s a couch, one of us sleeps on it.”
“Why? You don’t trust yourself to share a bed with me?”
I glared at him. “Very funny.”
“Bianca, if you want me to sleep on the couch, I will. But I assure you, even if we shared the bed, your virtue would be safe. I can keep my hands to myself.”
“Well, I can too.”
“So then we’ll share a bed for a night.” He raised his beer bottle to his lips again.
“Fine. We’ll share the bed.” I pointed my finger at him. “But no funny business. You stay on your side and I stay on mine.”
“Are you going to draw a line down the middle?”
“I might.” I took a drink. “And no sleeping naked.”
“Now you’re just being mean.”
“How is that mean?”
“What if I always sleep naked? You’re making me feel ashamed. And the human body is nothing to be ashamed of, Bianca. In fact, mine is quite nice. I think you’d enjoy seeing it naked.”
“I’m sure you do.”
“I might even enjoy seeing yours naked.” He shrugged. “Just putting that out there.”
“Ha! Not a chance.”
He shook his head. “I had no idea how repressed you were.”
“I’m not repressed just because I wear pajamas to bed, Enzo. You’re just trying to trick me into letting you see me naked.”
“Is it working?”
“No.”
He took another drink. “The least you could do is walk around topless or something, considering that I just began a yearlong dry spell for you.”
“I think you’ll live,” I told him, patting his arm.
“Easy for you to say. You’re a woman.”
“This again?” I rolled my eyes. “Contrary to what men might think, Enzo, women crave sex just as much as they do.”
“I had no idea you were craving sex with me, Bianca.” Enzo gave me the eyes and slipped an arm around my waist. “But don’t worry, I know how we can solve this problem.”
I laughed, beating one fist against his solid chest. “Don’t even think about it. And get your paws off me.”
But instead of letting me go, I felt his lips—and then his tongue—brush my temple. Then he released me. “Frosting,” he said, licking his lips. “Don’t worry, I got it.”
I touched the spot he’d licked, my heart hammering in my chest, heat pooling between my legs. Taking a step back, I attempted a cool expression as I smoothed my hair. “You made a mess shoving that cake in my face. Is it anywhere else?”
Regarding me silently, he took another sip of his beer. “No. You look perfect.”