Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 128290 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 641(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128290 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 641(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
I know he can feel how wet I am from his kiss, and the deep rumble of his chest as he pushes on my ass, grinding my lower half against his abs, tells me I’m not wrong.
Enzo takes slow steps backward, not stopping until his ass meets the balcony railing. He tips his head, teeth closing around my lower lip and dragging along until it pops free. Just as fast, his face disappears into my neck, kissing and sucking, and I’m a moaning mess in his arms.
“Those sounds.” He groans, this time dropping my hip down until I feel how hard he is beneath me.
I gasp, pressing into him, and he growls, biting my neck. “I can’t wait to hear what my name sounds like when you’re moaning it.”
“Didn’t think it was possible, but you sound even more confident this time around.”
“Fuck yes, I am.”
A grin pulls at my lips, and he nips at them once more. It’s…almost sweet, playful in a sexy sort of way that makes my smile want to grow wider, but I forget all about that when he latches onto my thighs in a firm grip that has my muscles tensing.
Slowly, he pries my legs from around his body, holding me when he realizes my limbs are too loose for me to stand on them on my own.
There’s a sheen of satisfaction in his eyes as he stares at me, and he doesn’t dare look away, keeping our gazes locked as he pushes me forward a single step.
“Tell me why you bought this silky thing.” He fingers the hem of the robe, his hands disappearing beneath it and ghosting along my skin.
“You already know. You knew the minute you saw it.”
“Hmm,” he hums in agreement, a slow smirk building across his lips. “I did, but I want to hear my bride say it.”
“I knew you would like it,” I admit. “Since it matches the bedding and all.”
He’s full-on smiling now, and it would almost be daunting if the sight wasn’t so exquisite. “You thought of me when you weren’t with me. I like that and I love this.” He bunches the material in his fists, eyes closing briefly.
“In that case, I should leave it on.”
His eyes snap open, a tiny threat woven in them, but there’s humor there too as he begins to slide himself down. He transfers my hands to the railing, our gazes snared as he goes lower and lower, until his ass is on the balcony floor, his back to the rail, my fingers locked around it on either side of his head. Palms wrapping around my ankles, he gently tugs, silently asking me to lift my legs, and lowers them on the outsides of his thighs, my bare feet brushing against his slacks, because of course he’s already in a suit and I’ve only just woken. Rough, heated palms slide along my thighs, squeezing and massaging. My body bucks at the simple touch, and his fingertips twitch in satisfaction.
Enzo leans forward, taking the sash of my gown with his teeth, but his movements are too slow for me, so I draw my hips backward, and the last little loop untangles. The robe falls open, revealing what’s underneath.
Absolutely nothing.
But Enzo, he doesn’t look, his pupils blow wide, his jaw clenches, and I know his peripheral is strong enough to tell him I’m bared to him, if he couldn’t feel that on his own already. Regardless, his eyes stay on mine. “I know what you need, but I’d like you to tell me what you want.”
“Are they not the same?”
Hazel eyes burn into mine and slowly he shakes his head. “Not to me.”
This moment, it feels a little too…intimate. Too heavy.
So, I shimmy my shoulders until the gown falls from my body, trailing a thumb along Enzo’s lower lip. When his mouth closes round the tip, his tongue swirling there, my eyelids flutter and my core clenches tight.
“What I want is what you’re offering.”
“I’m offering everything.”
I shake my head, locking my hands over the rail once more. “No.” I tip my head. “You’re on your knees, metaphorically speaking, so why don’t you stop wasting both of our time and get to work?”
“No moment with you is a wasted one.”
My brows crash, a nervous flutter I don’t like stirring low in my stomach. “Stop doing that.”
“Doing what?”
The confusion creasing his eyes tells me the question is not mocking, but rather genuine.
The fluttering doubles until my toes curl in.
“I’m wet, Enzo,” I snap, lifting my left leg outward, slowly rising until my toe is pointed to the sky, just before I hook myself over the railing. The green in his eyes flare, his hands on my skin trembling with desire. “Make me drip.”
And then I push my pussy in his face, and he wastes no time.
He’s savage with his assault, eating me like he’s starved and driving his fingers inside me in swift, curved perfection. He sucks and bites and not even a minute passes before my entire body is shaking, my orgasm threatening to explode like a damn bomb all over his tongue, but I don’t want to do that again.