“I want you, Enzo.” He was all I ever wanted in my life. And right now, for tonight, he was mine.
“You got me. Now tell me what you want,” he demanded, still shallow-fucking me and driving me crazy. “Do you want me to eat your sweet cunt until you come? Do you want me to finger-fuck you like we’re back in that old movie theater?”
My back arched at the memory.
“Or do you want me to fuck you?”
“Yes,” I moaned. “All of that, but right now I need you to fuck me, Enzo. Make me come.”
His lips curled into a grin that didn’t match the intensity in his eyes. His green eyes focused on me while he slid in and out of me in long, deliciously slow strokes. “I’ve dreamed of this many times over the years,” he grunted. “Burying myself in you like this, feeling your pussy grip me like a jealous lover.”
My body was on fire, and I arched into his strokes.
“I’ve missed how wet you get.” He pulled out and slid deep over and over just to make his point. “So fucking wet, and it’s all for me.”
He wasn’t wrong. No man had ever gotten me as wet as Enzo. Hell, no man had ever made me feel the way he did, with or without an orgasm. “Just for you,” I panted. “Enzo, please.”
He grinned again but didn’t increase his speed or intensity; he maintained those long, slow strokes that pushed me closer and closer to the edge, but at his pace. “You feel too good to rush this, Ren. I need to savor this pussy.”
Every syllable that fell from his lips nudged me closer to the precipice. Every slide of his cock pushed me higher and higher and exposed every nerve ending until my hands gripped his shoulders and my nails dug into the flesh at his back. “Enzo,” I cried out.
He smiled, still holding my gaze as he pumped slowly, the intensity finally growing but too slowly. “You feel that? You’re so tight around me, pulsing like you’re ready to come. Do you want to come, Ren?”
I nodded. “You know I do.”
He gripped the back of my thighs, pushing them forward as he increased his speed, pumping harder and deeper. “Then come,” he growled. “Squeeze my cock and coat him in your orgasm. Now, Ren.”
It shouldn’t have been so easy, but Enzo knew me better than anyone, and that hadn’t changed. He changed his strokes and hit my clit every time he sank deep, and my body exploded in a fiery display of lights and colors as I tensed and then shook wildly even as Enzo pumped into me.
It was wild and it was crazy, and I’d never felt as good as I felt in that moment. “Enzo, yes!”
He gripped my thighs harder, and I knew I’d have bruises tomorrow, but that was a worry for another day. Right now, I couldn’t look away from the muscles in his neck and shoulders as he pounded harder into me, deeper into my soul. And then that low, telltale growl left his lips with my name on them as he froze and hot jets of his orgasm filled me up. “Ren, oh fuck! Ren!” He continued stroking into me until he collapsed on top of me with an easy smile. “Fuck, that was our best one yet.”
I smiled at him, watching the carefree expression on his face as he kissed all around my nipples. “I think so.” I didn’t think so; I knew it. The same way I knew that this goofy smile, this euphoria, felt too good to last. This thing between us could only lead to heartache. Again. I knew that, but I couldn’t stop. Didn’t want to stop.
I’d always been powerless when it came to resisting Enzo, and I knew now that I always would be. I hadn’t gotten over him; it was just distance that had given me the illusion of healing.
Now that he was back in my life. In my body.
I couldn’t lie to myself any longer.
Chapter 20
Enzo
Iknew I was fucked the moment I woke up with Ren in my arms again. Not because of the sex—even though the round that had kicked things off left me raw and exposed—but because I felt calm. Having her in my arms felt like the world had narrowed down to the basics. The steady rise and fall of her chest, the weight of her curves pressed against my side. The scent of us mingling in the air above us.
In my line of work, calm was a liability.
But that’s what I felt. Calm. Relaxed. Focused.
Ren slipped out of bed first, padding toward the bathroom on shaky legs. “I could use a shower,” she said, turning with an inviting smile.
I followed her inside, watching her move and memorizing the way she ran her fingers through her hair, the faint crease between her brows when she concentrated on getting the water temperature just right. Steam instantly began to fill the room. I couldn’t resist stepping behind her a moment later. My hands went to her hips, and whatever tension was in her left her body.
Ren smiled at me over her shoulder, warm and unguarded, cracking something wide open inside my chest. “Hey, you.”
I smiled and leaned forward to press my lips to her shoulder and then her neck. A soft moan escaped, and she tilted her head to give me better access. “I can’t get enough of you,” I whispered against her skin as I kissed my way across her back to the other side of her neck and shoulder.
