Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 55263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 276(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 276(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
“Is that the only reason?” he asked, each syllable weighed down with meaning. His eyes were dark and intent, searching my face for something I wasn’t sure I was ready to give. There was something else there too—heat and restraint, maybe even the desire he was no longer trying to hide. “Ren?”
I smiled faintly, and when I spoke, my tone was teasing. “Isn’t Mattie reason enough?”
Enzo’s mouth curved slowly. “He’s the best damn reason for anything.”
God, when he spoke like that, so lovingly toward his son, it only made him more attractive. Oh please, I am too old to believe in the bad boy with the heart of gold.
Thankfully, the kettle whistled at that moment, ripping through the quiet kitchen. I turned, pressing against his arm until he released me, grateful for the distraction. “Milk? Sugar? Honey?”
I poured water over the bags and turned back to Enzo, who was close. Too close.
His hand settled on my hip, firm and commanding. The other slid into my hair and tilted my head back ever so slightly. His green eyes held mine for a breathless second, half asking for consent and half demanding submission. Before I could respond, his lips were on mine. This kiss was nothing at all like the last one.
This was urgent and hungry. Achingly familiar in a way that made my legs wobble. I kissed him back without an ounce of hesitation. I kissed him back with every sensation I’d been holding back, all the desire I shoved down deep each morning bubbling up to the surface. His grip tightened possessively, and heat flared between us.
My world narrowed to the feel of his lips on my flesh as they dragged from my mouth down the column of my neck. His lips brushed against my collarbone before his tongue dipped into the hollow, pulling a gasp from me. He kept moving down, stopping to give my hard nipples the attention they craved.
I moaned and arched into his touch. My head fell back as his lips moved from my breasts down to my belly. My hips. The crook of my thigh.
He inhaled deeply, a low, guttural sound vibrating against my belly. “You smell just as I remember, Ren.” I heard the smile in his voice, and when I forced my eyes open, I saw the smile in his eyes. “Now I need to know if you taste the way you do in my dreams.”
Oh, fuck. “Yes, please.” My heart raced when he lifted one leg and tossed it over his shoulder.
The moment his mouth was on me, I knew I was in deep trouble. It wasn’t just that he knew I liked it a little too much when his scruff scraped along my inner thighs or how I loved it when he teased my clit with the tip of his tongue. It was the way his finger dipped in shallow strokes, teasing me until I begged for more. “You still get so fucking wet for me,” he moaned before diving back in to lick me until my whole body shook fiercely.
His lips wrapped around my clit and sucked so hard the orgasm exploded out of me. One hand was wrapped in his hair as my hips pumped in greedy, shallow strokes. “Enzo,” I breathed out. “Fuck.” That was even better than I remembered. He was even better than I remembered.
He pulled back with a too-satisfied smile and slowly rose to his feet, kissing a trail of heat up my body until he was at my mouth once again. “Even better than my wildest, filthiest dreams,” he whispered, pressing his forehead against mine.
I leaned forward, brushing my lips against his. “I always loved the way I tasted on your lips.”
He growled, scooped me into his arms, and carried me upstairs as if this was something we did all the time.
I buried my face in his shoulder, inhaling the scent of him mixed with my own. I let him hold me and I let myself savor it, enjoying this moment for what it was. I had no clue what it was, but I was determined to enjoy it.
When the door closed behind us, my heart galloped in my chest. Anticipation and fear mixed with desire and a longing so intense my eyes started to sting with unshed tears. How many times had I dreamed about being here like this with Enzo again? Too many to count over the years.
“What’s wrong?” he asked breathlessly as he stripped me out of my nightgown and panties.
“Nothing,” I sighed. “I wasn’t sure if this was real or another dream.”
Enzo pulled back and stared into my eyes, dark and intense. His nostrils flared, and then he made quick work of his clothes until he stood before me, with olive skin covered in muscles and ink. He was…breathtaking.
“Enzo,” I moaned, reaching out to him.