I reach behind my back and unclasp the bra, letting it fall away.
Enzo goes completely still. His hands hover at my waist. He’s looking at me like I am the only thing that matters in the world.
“Remy—”
“Touch me.” The words come out breathless, needy. “Please, Enzo. I need you to touch me.”
His hands slide up my ribcage, thumbs brushing the underside of my breasts. His touch is worshipful, and I arch intoit shamelessly. Heat spreads through my body, concentrating where we’re pressed together.
He leans forward and presses his mouth to my sternum, right over my racing heart. The feeling of his lips against my skin makes me gasp. He kisses his way up to my collarbone, teeth scraping the delicate bone, and my fingers dig into his shoulders.
“Fuck, I’ve wanted this for so long.” His words are muffled against my throat.
I laugh, but it breaks into a moan when his mouth finds the curve where my neck meets my shoulder. “You hid it well.”
“I had to.” His teeth graze my skin, not quite biting, but enough to make me squirm. “You were off-limits.”
“And now?”
He pulls back to look at me, and the intensity in his gaze steals my breath. “Now I don’t give a fuck about reasons.” His hand cups my breast, thumb circling just shy of where I’m aching for him.
I rock my hips against him again, and we both groan. “Then take me.”
“Not yet.” His thumb continues those maddening circles, never quite touching where I need him. “I’m not rushing it.”
Frustration builds in my core. I slide my hands into his hair, gripping hard. “Enzo, I swear to god?—”
Finally, he lowers his mouth to my breast. But he doesn’t give me what I want. He kisses around the swell, traces his tongue along the underside, and bites gently at the soft flesh. Everywhere except where I’m arching into him, desperate.
“Stop teasing.” The words tear from my throat.
He looks up at me, his breath ghosting across my nipple. “I’m going to fuck you, Remy, but I’m going to take my time.”
Heat floods my face, but I’m too desperate to care.
He closes his lips around my nipple, sucking hard.
My whole body jerks. Sensation shoots straight to my core, and I cry out. His tongue works magic, alternating between gentle licks and harder suction that makes my nails rake down his back. His other hand palms my other breast, thumb and forefinger pinching and rolling until I’m grinding against him shamelessly.
“Enzo. Oh, god, Enzo?—”
He releases me and immediately moves to my other breast, giving it the same devastating attention. I’m already soaked, desperate for friction, and the feeling of him hard beneath me only makes it worse.
He pulls back, breathing hard. “I want to make you feel good.”
Heat rushes through me at the promise in his voice. I reach down between us, palming him through his jeans. “You already are.”
His body shudders at my touch. “I want to fuck you now.”
The request makes my thighs clench. I work at his belt buckle with shaking hands. “Yes.”
We’re both fumbling now, desperate. His jeans catch on his boots. I have to contort myself to get my own pants off in the cramped space. The whole thing should kill the mood. Instead, it’s frantic and perfect and exactly what I need.
Finally, we’re both naked. I wrap my hand around his cock, marveling at the weight and heat of him. His skin is like silk over steel, and when I stroke him once, twice, he tenses with desire.
“Fuck.” He grabs my wrist, stopping me. “I don’t want your hand. I want your pussy.”
The crude words make me moan. I lean in close, my lips brushing his ear. “Then stop talking and take it.”
