Page 70 of Tailored for You

When Enzo was close, he reached out, grabbed my face, and kissed me. This time, I was prepared for the rush, for the desire that ignited inside me when he touched me.

I held onto his shirt, kissing him with everything I had. His hand traveled from my back to my leg, hiking it up and around his waist.

Spearing my fingers through his hair, I pulled at the strands and rubbed myself against him. He growled, the rumbling of his chest sending a swirl of need through my body.

I wanted to climb him like a tree. And I would before the night was over.

He ripped his mouth away from mine, panting.

“Dinner,” he rasped. “Dinner and then I’ll have you for dessert.”

I almost tripped. His words short-circuited my brain. The image of Enzo on his knees, like he had been earlier when he applied suntan lotion to my legs, looking up at me with heat in his eyes, flashed in my mind.

A shiver ran through me.

His hand slid up my thigh to my butt and squeezed.

“Cazzo,” he muttered, “you’re trying to kill me.”

He let me go, setting me a few inches away from him.

“Come.” Pulling my hand, he brought us to a table on the far end of the boat.

The night sky was clear of clouds, with the stars twinkling brightly. The table was set for two, candles lit and flickering in the ocean breeze.

Enzo pulled out a chair and pushed it in once I sat.

A steward came, pouring wine and leaving warm bread on the table.

I waited until he left before I spoke.

“May I ask a question?”

“Ask me anything, though I can’t guarantee I’ll be able to answer,” Enzo said, putting a piece of bread on my plate before serving himself.

“Did you instruct all the men on the boat not to look at me?” I didn’t bother to hide my smile. The fact that all the men purposefully avoided looking in my direction when I was in the room was comical, and I had to know the reason.

“Not in so many words, no.” Enzo shrugged.

“Okay, in how many words did you say it?”

“If they look at you for more than a second, I will rip their eyes out and put them in their pockets as a reminder to keep their eyes to themselves,” he said with so much nonchalance that I burst out laughing.

“Are you always so…” I paused, trying to think of the right word.

“Possessive? Jealous? Protective?” He supplied the words I was too hesitant to say. I nodded. All three fit.

“Only when it comes to you and Harper. You two seem to bring out the caveman in me,” Enzo joked.

“Sir, the appetizers are ready.” The steward placed a bowl on the table filled with different chilled fish. “The rest of the meal is on the cart, with heating trays.”

“Thank you. You may leave,” Enzo said, never taking his eyes off me.

The steward bowed and ran as fast as he could without it being obvious, if the fast footsteps echoing were anything to go by.

“Is everyone afraid of you?” I asked.

“If they’re smart, they are. Only the idiots test me,” Enzo said. He took a fork, speared a shrimp, and held the end out to me.