Enzo slipped his hand along her side, under the skirt rucked up to her thighs, beneath the elastic of her panties, and then along the tender folds between her legs.
When he dipped one finger inside her, she sighed. As a second one joined the first, a ripple speared through her body, lifting her hips. She rocked her pelvis as he began to movehis hand, lifting and lowering in rhythm with the stroke of his fingers in and out.
“Oh, god, Enzo, please. I’m begging. I didn’t want to, but for you I will. Take me. Use me, Claim me.”
He lifted away from her torso, pulling his fingers out of her body, then hooking his hands under the panties and pulling them over her hips and down her legs. He fumbled a bit as he tried to maneuver them over her ankles, listing to one side and catching himself on an extended arm. His chuckle was a sexy rumble. “That could have been disastrous. We might have ended up on the floor.”
She kicked one leg and shed the panties, aware they were hanging off one foot, but not giving a damn. She reached for the front of his trousers, cupping the hard bulge, then quickly lowering the zipper. She slipped a hand inside his boxer-briefs, wrapping the fingers of one hand around his hard, heated shaft. She worked her other hand inside the back of his pants and tried to force them down, planning to free his cock.
Enzo flexed his hips, rocking into her palm. He balanced his weight on one hand and used the other to help her lower his pants below his hips. The groan he emitted when she squeezed his shaft and guided it to her entrance was better than any music she’d ever heard, and she hummed along with the ancient tune claiming them.
His hand joined hers where it wrapped around him, and he slipped his forefinger into her again. Then together, they squeezed and stroked and pumped their bodies.
“Cara, I want you with the force of a billion wishes.”
“Now, Enzo. Have me now.”
His crown was at her entrance, and he slipped past the barrier, entering her, filling her. Her body stretched, accommodating his girth, and her knees came up around his waist.
The way he rolled his hips, making sure as he filled the inside of her, that his body caressed her clit, heightening awareness and sensitivity. Each thrust reached the mouth of her womb, tapping where no one had reached before. Light flared behind her eyelids, bright and searching, chasing the orgasm building within her. When he lowered his mouth to her ear and began whispering in Italian to her, she lost all control of her body and flew beyond world limits, into exploding stars. His shout reverberated against her neck as he joined her in flight. His groan as he finished prolonged her own release and grounded her in a way she hadn’t expected.
This was her. This was him. And together, they’d made magic.
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
Enzo grinned as Kathleen struggled to pull her jeans out of her backpack and still keep the dark hoodie wrapped around herself. “You afraid I might see something?”
She blew out a frustrated sigh. “You just can’t let me be dignified, can you?”
He’d been in such a rush to be with her, he hadn’t bothered to remove her clothes or his. The farthest thing from stately imaginable. “Dignified? I’d rather you be naked but if it makes you feel better…” He leaned over and pulled out the jeans. Next time, he’d take his time and worship her nudity the way it deserved. And there’d be a next time, he promised himself. Because loving this woman only once would not be enough.
He swooped down and dropped a kiss on her lips. “There. I’ll even turn my back.” He turned around and grinned to himself as he put his own backpack on the bunk in front of him.
“Bastard,” she mumbled, but he detected a smile in her voice. He pulled a lightweight, black sweater from his backpack and finished zipping his dark jeans. He slammed his feet into his shoes and asked, “Is it safe to turn around?”
“Har, har,” Kathleen said, and he felt her stand up behind him.
He turned and couldn’t help but smile. She was wearing jeans and still had the green tank top on under a navy button-down. He envisioned peeling all those clothes from her body and kissing every inch of her. God, he needed to stop thinking of that. He was getting hard again, his erection pressing painfully against his zipper. But who could blame him when she looked the way she did? Her hair was mussed, and her lips looked like she’d just spent the past hour making out, which of course she had. She was folding the long skirt she’d worn into as small a bundle as possible before cramming it into the small pack she’d carried.
“Why don’t I go get us some food?” he offered.
Kathleen lifted her hair out from under her shirt. “Let’s go together.” She straightened the shirt some more and then sat down to put on the sneakers she retrieved from her bag.
“Ah, I don’t mind. I’ll pick out some good snacks, promise.”
Kathleen laughed. “I have no doubt you would. You seem very good at choosing wine and food, but I would like to get out of the couchette. It’s a bit small, and I feel kind of claustrophobic. I also need a bathroom.”
Enzo frowned at the top of her head. The thing was…he didn’t want her to realize that Dominic’s men were literally right outside their door. He was certain they stayed at the end of the passageway and watched all the comings and goings, making sure they knew where Enzo and Kathleen were at any given moment. He was worried she might freak out if she saw them.
“The thing is—” he started, but she cut him off.
“What?” She narrowed her eyes at him. “What is it that you don’t want to tell me? I thought we were beyond the point of keeping secrets.”
She was right. Besides, she mentioned the need to use the bathroom.
“Fair enough,” Enzo commented. “Dominic’s men are posted at either end of the corridor. They will stay there as long as we’re on the train. Every time our door opens, they will approach and follow us wherever we’re going.”
Kathleen stared up at him. Her lips that had moments ago looked temptingly swollen and kissable were now compressed into a thin line. “How did they find us?”
