“Careful,” he growled, a warning as my ass found him—long and thick and impossibly hard.
“Sorry,” I whispered, a thrill racing through me at his reaction.
“Don’t be.” He shifted, pulling me closer until there was no space between us and no mistaking just how hard he was. How much I still affected him. “I like having you close like this.”
I liked being close to him like this, and my mind and body relaxed almost instantly. Which was a really bad move because it allowed my mind to go to places it shouldn’t. “Do you think we’re safe here, Enzo?”
He didn’t answer right away, which was something I’d always appreciated about him. He never said what I wanted to hear—even when I really wished he would—but he always gave careful consideration before he answered a question. “As safe as we can be,” he said finally. “But I do fear our enemy is closing in. We’ll need to be more careful, diligent about new faces. Maybe develop some new routines.”
My heart kicked hard, running a race that never ended inside my chest. Needing comfort, I turned to face him so we were eye to eye, his green gaze unreadable in the dark. “This is scary.”
“I know.” He brushed my hair back, his touch gentle, almost loving. “I’m sorry you’re in this, but you were the only person I could trust with Matteo.”
I sucked in a sharp breath at the sincerity in his words. “I’m glad you trust me.” The words slipped out barely above a whisper, meaning more to me than they should. The scarier part was that I meant them. I didn’t regret being here, not even now with danger around every corner. That realization should have frightened me more than it did. Enzo’s life was dangerous. Everything about it was volatile and unpredictable, things I worked to keep out of my life.
And yet all I felt in that moment washome. No matter what happened next, I was glad to have this time with Enzo. And Mattie.
“Of course,” he murmured, cupping my face and kissing me. The kiss was hungry and possessive, familiar in a way that reached straight through me and claimed my heart and soul, two things I’d pretended were no longer his.
My body responded instinctively. Years without him dissolved in seconds, and it was like we’d been doing this all our lives. His hands moved everywhere, and my breath hitched. I pressed closer, my need surging to the surface as my fingers curled into him.
His hips flexed automatically when my hand curled around his cock, the feel of him—hot and long and hard—making my head spin. “Ren,” he groaned and pumped his hips again.
“I’m right here, Enzo.” I stroked him again and again, harder, until his jaw clenched hard enough to crack. “I’m not going anywhere,” I whispered and rose up on my knees, kissing his jaw and down his strong neck. I peppered kisses all down his chest, tugging my fingertips into his waistband.
“Ren,” he whispered again.
The weight of his cock in my hand, heavy and hot, calmed something in me while making me wild with need at the same time. Without a word, he lifted his hips and I yanked his pajama pants down his hips, tossing them behind me with frenzied moves. I gripped his cock again before sliding my tongue around the head.
“Shit,” he growled. “Ren, baby.”
I smiled before wrapping my lips around him, taking him deeper and deeper into my throat.
“Fuck!”
I smiled again and closed my eyes, losing myself in his musky scent, in the soft grunts and growls he made as I sucked and licked him until his hands tangled in my hair and his hips pumped his cock deeper into my mouth. I moaned and swallowed around his head.
“Ren, don’t tease me.”
I chuckled and changed my pace, taking him in long, achingly slow strokes guaranteed to drive us both crazy. Every time I took him in my mouth, moisture flooded between my thighs and I took him deeper and faster, losing myself in the movements and his sounds.
“Ren,” he growled, gripping my hair tighter and pulling me away from him.
“Yes,” I said, lips curling in a slow smile. My heart slammed against my chest, and in that moment, it felt like no time at all had passed since we were last like this together. It all felt so normal. So natural.
“Come here.” He crooked a finger that tugged me with it until we were face to face.
“I’m right here.” My breath hitched at the heat in his eyes.
He moved quickly, flipping our positions so he was on top of me, his hips pushed against mine, his cock resting right between my legs. “Yeah, fuck. That’s better.” The words were so filled with pleasure that another shot of lust speared through my body. “You smell so damn good,” he groaned, nipping my earlobe.
“You feel good,” I told him, letting my hands roam all over his body. Despite the years and the hint of silver in his hair, Enzo was well-built. He was hard everywhere and gorgeous. “So fucking good.”
He reared back, fisting his cock in one hand and using it to tease me. He smacked my clit with the weight of his cock, and every slap was like a bolt of electricity that shot straight through me. He pushed his hips forward, teasing me with nothing but the head of his cock.
“Enzo, please,” I begged, crazed with desire.
“Please what, Ren? Tell me what you want.” His gaze was so intense the words stuck in my throat and my heart pounded like someone was chasing me. “I’m waiting.”
