Enzo, for all his superficial charm, is a much more complex person than I'd given him credit for, and I still feel like I'm barely scratching the surface.
"Where are we going?" I frown at him as he ushers me out of the house and toward the car.
"It's a surprise." He winks at me, making no attempt to explain himself.
It takes us a while to reach the city, and the car stops in front of a colorful shop. He helps me out of the car and leads me inside.
The moment I step inside, I realize it's a pastry shop, but we're the only customers.
"What's this?" I ask when he shows me to a table filled with an assortment of sweets, cakes, and biscuits.
"I know how much you enjoy sweets, so I rented the shop for a day. You can try everything and eat to your heart's content."
I look at him in wonder. Just when I thought he couldn't surprise me even more—he goes and does something like this. If he continues being thissweet, then I might as well eat him too.
Taking a seat, I have a hard time deciding what to start with. I try some of the small biscuits, my eyes closing with a sigh of pleasure at the heavenly taste.
"God, Enzo, this is amazing," I moan as I take a bite of a cake, the chocolate flavor bursting in my mouth.
"I'm glad you like it." He's staring at me, a soft look on his face.
"Like is an understatement." I switch between chocolate and vanilla, becoming a little more adventurous and trying other flavors too. He got me everything—mango, raspberry, cherry, and even some flavors I've never heard of.
"Why aren't you eating?" I ask when I see that he hasn't touched anything.
"I'm waiting for my turn," his eyes twinkle with mischief.
"I'm so sorry," I burst out, realizing that I've been monopolizing everything. "Here, you can have some," I say, pushing the plate of eclairs toward him.
"You're done eating?" Tilting his head to the side, he raises an eyebrow at me, his gaze almost predatory. Geez, I didn't realize he was waiting for me to finish. Although I have to admit it's quite endearing that he doesn't want to steal my food.
I take a moment to debate if I'm truly done, but as I look at the rest of the cakes, I realize I can't have another bite.
For now.
Nodding, I expect him to dive in. Instead, he stands up and comes to my side.
"What are you doing?" I frown when he takes my hand and tugs me out of my seat. He doesn't reply. Instead, he uses one arm to swipe the plates aside, some of them crashing to the floor and breaking.
My eyes widen in shock.
What is he doing?
One finger trails up my leg, taking my long skirt with it and raising it up to my hips.
"I said it's my turn now." His breath is hot on my neck, his lips skimming the sensitive skin until he raises his head to lookme in the eyes. His pupils are dilated, his irises almost black, and I lose myself in those depths.
His lips come down on mine, lingering for a moment before beginning their descent again.
"You…" I trail off when I realize his intention and why he'd insisted I wear the long skirt.
He hooks his fingers under the band of my panties, sliding them off my legs and bringing them to his nose, inhaling deeply.
Anticipation builds inside me as he stuffs my panties in his pocket, salaciously winking at me.
I'm almost shivery as my hand reaches for his jaw, bringing him closer. The ghost of a kiss does not satisfy me—not anymore.
Our mouths mash together, tongues fighting for supremacy, teeth biting and nibbling. His finger swipes the cream from a profiterole, bringing it to my mouth and wiping it over my face. His tongue is quick to clean the mess as he licks and sucks, the coolness of the cream combined with the heat of his mouth enhancing the eroticism of the kiss.
