Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 109882 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 549(@200wpm)___ 440(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109882 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 549(@200wpm)___ 440(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)
“Why don’t you try that answer again?” There was no denying he was absolutely used to getting what he wanted, and his tone brokered no argument. It wasn’t even a question but a demand.
I took a slow inhale and said, “I’m thinking about really inappropriate things right now.” I felt my eyes flare briefly as the uncensored words tumbled out of me before I could stop them. I swore I heard a deep sound come from him, one that could’ve been a groan of pleasure. But because of the racing of my pulse filling my ears, coupled with the bass of the music from the overhead speakers, everything around me was hazy.
Enzo leaned in another inch, our lips barely touching. If anybody saw us, there would be no doubt in their minds that things had jacked up immensely in the sexual department. And I didn’t want to stop Enzo from taking things to the next level.
It’s all I’d wanted, ever since I’d seen him over a month ago. Ever since I knew what his kisses were like, how it was to have his lips on my throat… and how it felt to have his hard cock digging against my belly.
I couldn’t stop the moan that slipped from my parted lips, couldn’t help myself from curling my fingers into tight fists, my nails digging into my palms hard enough the pain should’ve snapped me out of my pleasure, but instead, it heightened it.
“Are you nervous because you’re with me, or because of how I make you feel?” Lying would’ve been so easy, but telling the truth would’ve felt so much better.
“Both… but mainly the latter.” My voice had a husky quality to it, one that should’ve embarrassed me for how sexual it sounded.
And then there was the unmistakable growl that came from Enzo right before he slammed his mouth down on mine. The hand that was resting on my shoulder slid up to grip the side of my throat. He pressed his thumb right under my chin to tip my head back and to the side so he could further deepen the kiss.
And I let him. God, did I let him.
I didn’t know how long we kissed, but they were long, drugging moments. With the feel of his tongue sweeping along mine, plunging, pillaging my mouth, I was liquid beneath him. I was burning alive, and I didn’t want anybody to put out the flames. I wanted them to consume me, to swallow me whole until there was nothing left but burning embers that spoke of my desire.
He broke the kiss, and I embarrassingly sucked in a much-needed breath as I leaned forward for more. His low, deep chuckle told me how much he enjoyed my eagerness for him. But before I could do or say anything, Enzo had his lips at my throat, his tongue gently stroking the tender spot where my neck met my shoulder.
He moved his mouth and whispered gruffly, “I’m so hard for you right now, Bianca. Like a fucking steel pipe is lodged against my zipper.”
I let my head fall back on the loveseat and mewled softly, my eyes closed, not caring one bit who saw or heard what we were doing.
“Tell me,” he said in this teasing voice. “Are you as wet as I am hard?” His hand that had been cupping my throat was now tangled in my hair, keeping my head positioned where he wanted as he sucked and licked at my skin. “Tell me, bella.”
I moaned again and nodded before I whispered, “Yes. So wet.”
He growled, and I felt the vibrations spear right to my clit, that little bundle throbbing. I felt him move his other palm that gripped my waist up until the heavy weight rested right under my breast. Before I could beg him to touch me more, Enzo cupped me. My mouth parted even more as I sucked in a breath at how good that small touch felt.
He moved back to my mouth and devoured me as he swiped his thumb back and forth over my aching nipple, causing the peak to tighten up even more. I clenched my thighs together hard to try and stop the throb that settled between them. It was no use, though. I was too far gone.
He massaged my breast for long seconds before slipping his palm back down my waist, over my thigh, and moved it right under my skirt.
“Open for me,” he groaned against my lips, and I obeyed instantly. Enzo didn’t waste any time in sliding his fingers along the sensitive skin of my inner thighs and settling them along my lace-covered pussy.
I arched my back at how intense that small touch was.
Enzo kept kissing me slowly and thoroughly as he stroked his knuckles along my slit, the material completely soaked and sticking to my lips from all my wetness. He pushed the fabric even further against my cleft, and I gasped against his mouth. He slipped his tongue inside my mouth over and over again, this low, deep rumble a constant from him.