His hands thrust into her hair, holding her close and angling her to deepen the kiss. Her lips parted, letting him in. His tongue rubbed against hers, his fingers trailing along her neck, and desire rippled through her spine.
A light sound escaped her throat, when his fingers slid lower and curled into the flesh of her ass. He tugged her closer to him, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. She cried out, ripping her mouth away as pain exploded in her ankle.
“Sorry,” she muttered through clenched teeth.
“Your ankle?”
She nodded. “Not exactly sexy.”
He framed her face with his hands and looked at her with those blue eyes. “You are always sexy.”
“Really?” Up until a week ago, other than their day to day interaction, Cami didn’t think he’d noticed her. She was his little sister’s best friend and nothing more.
“Really. You could be in a potato sack, and I would still think you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
“You didn’t always see me that way. What changed?” She knew the minute things changed for her, but wanted to know what it was that changed for him.
He brushed a lock of hair behind her ear, his hand lingering near her lobe. “I finally allowed myself to see you, and I haven’t been able to stop since.”
A smile curved her lips, and she tossed her arms around his neck. “Good answer.”
“It’s the truth.”
“I know, which makes it that much better.” She kissed him this time, pouring every ounce of happiness she felt into it.
Enzo pulled back, and she tilted her head at his concerned expression. “I don’t want to hurt you again.”
“You didn’t,” she said. “That was me getting lost in the moment and forgetting about the pain.”
“I wish I could take it all away.”
“You can.”
His eyebrow arched. “And how do you expect me to do that?”
“I’m sure you can figure it out.” She grabbed his shirt and yanked him to her, their mouths crashing together and immediately syncing as if they’d kissed a hundred times before. They moved as one, savoring the other with slow lush brushes of their lips.
She tangled her hands into his dark strands and tugged him closer, arching her body into him. His hands trailed her back, fingers digging into the curve of her thigh, lifting her off the stool, and placing her on the island.
Her good leg wrapped around him, and the heel of her foot urged him closer still, the hard press of his erection nuzzling against her core. His fingers curled into the hem of her shirt, and she lifted her arms, giving him permission to take the next step.
His finger outlined the black lace of her bra, and he dipped his head, his eyes locked on hers as if waiting for her to tell him no. His tongue dragged along the lace before he peeled the cup away, exposing her to him.
He stopped, leaning back to admire her. Her cheeks flushed, and her breath caught as the expression in his blue eyes turned to dark lust. He swallowed, and his tongue dabbed his lip. “I can’t believe you’ve been in front of me this entire time,” he said as his mouth captured hers in a searing kiss. His tongue stroked against hers, a spiral of desire spinning out of control.
“Take me to the bedroom,” she said.
He drew back, resting his head against hers. “You sure?”
“For once, stop being a gentleman.”
A growl tore from his throat, and he scooped her off the counter. He stormed through the hallway and into her bedroom. She didn’t care that she had a string of clothes across the floor or that her bed wasn’t made. All she cared about was feeling Enzo’s mouth on hers and his hands sliding up and down her body.
He placed her gently on top of the rumpled comforter and lowered himself over her. He kissed her lips, her neck, and breasts. His mouth hovered over her nipple, and he exhaled, blowing warm air on her skin and sending a wave of goosebumps across her body.
His finger circled her nipple, teasing until it hardened to a peak. Her nipples ached for more, and Enzo didn’t disappoint. He bent his head, taking that peak into his mouth, sucking and licking. She arched into him, her fingers curling into the comforter.
Needing him, she grabbed his face and tugged him closer. His tongue plunged into her mouth, desperate and needy. She fumbled for his pants, flipping the button open and yanking on his zipper. He groaned and shoved his pants down, revealing black boxer briefs.
The sight alone sent a new wave of desire crashing into her. She reached for him, taking the silky flesh in her hand. A carnal growl ripped from his mouth, and she felt powerful. She wanted to give him pleasure, make him feel an ounce of the bliss that was ravishing her body.
His cock thickened in her hand, and she stroked it again and again. With a moan he grabbed her wrists and thrust them against the mattress. He hovered over her, all hard muscles and lust filled eyes. “My turn,” he said, a wicked smile crossing his lips.
He cuffed her wrists with one hand, and the other skated across her body. His hand dipped beneath the waistband of her pants, his fingers gliding lightly along her folds. His thumb gently circled her swollen nub, intense pleasure erupted inside her, and her body bucked.
His blue eyes locked on hers, and she was powerless against them. She held his gaze as the tip of his finger slid across her opening. A loud moan broke through the silence, and Enzo pushed into her wetness. Her moan turned into a cry, and Enzo muffled the noise with his mouth, absorbing each sob that poured from her.
He dipped in and out, and heat blossomed across her skin, her breath quick and jagged. “I want you,” she managed between moans. “Please.”
His finger slowed, and she popped her eyes opened only to be staring at the deep blue that reminded her of where the ocean met the sky in the horizon. “Do you have anything?”
“Top drawer,” she said, nodding toward her nightstand.
He moved quickly, opening the drawer and grabbing what he needed. He came back to her, tossing the condom on the bed beside them. He kissed a fiery path up her stomach and reached behind her, unsnapping her bra and baring her to him completely. He sucked and teased each nipple before trailing down and stopping at her waistband. He pulled the material over her thighs, kissing her heated flesh as he went. He disposed of her pants and stood.
He unbuttoned his shirt, one button at a time. Cami shimmied her butt on the mattress, trying to control the desire clawing through her. She needed him inside her, filling her completely and bringing her to the brink.
His shirt fell from his arms, and she stared at the sharp angles of his chest. He pushed his boxer briefs to the floor, and it was as if Adonis himself stood in front of her. He stalked toward her with purpose, red hot anticipation raging through her veins.
He took the condom and rolled it over his length. Heat built inside, anticipation turning to raw need as the mattress sank at his weight. He forced a knee between her legs, urging her open. He kissed her knee and glanced at her foot. “Ankle okay?”
She nodded. Even in a haze of desire and imminent sex, he was concerned. He was too good, too damn perfect and everything she had always dreamed about in a guy but never thought possible. He had his quirks, but who didn’t? And right now, all she could think about was him inside her.
She inhaled, desperately waiting for his touch. His muscles rippled as he came down on top of her, and she ran her hand over the hard ridges. He positioned himself at her center and thrust inside her. They both cried out, her body arching and absorbing every ounce of pleasure.
He moved slow and steady, driving her crazy. His eyes met hers, and affection uncoiled in her heart. The sky outside the window darkened, and as day turned into night, but the outside world didn’t matter. All that mattered was her and Enzo, two complete opposites who somehow came together in electrifying madness.
He gripped her hips and plunged harder and deeper. Consumed in erotic bliss, the only thought in Cami’s mind was that Enzo Moretti was anything but bor
ing. After that, thoughts evaded her and all she could focus on was the heat, the mind-numbing pleasure, and the deep, hard thrusts that filled her.
Cries of ecstasy filled the room, and his hands palmed her breasts. She flung her arms above her, giving him complete access to do as he pleased.
He dipped his head, taking a tight bead into his mouth. His thumb swiped across her swollen bundle of nerves, desire cresting to the edge until it crashed into her with a force she’d never known, throwing her body into the mattress as the pleasure overtook her completely.
She trembled at the intensity of her orgasm, and Enzo’s hand tightened on her hip. He grabbed her ass and pulled her closer, thrusting into her with reckless abandon. Her body zinged, tingled, and absorbed every thrust.
Enzo cried out, and his body shook as he rode the wave of his release then collapsed beside her. He gathered her in his arms, careful not to disturb her ankle, and pulled her against the slick heat of his chest. He kissed the curve of her ear. Their heavy breaths mixed in the silent air. Cami laced her fingers through Enzo’s, and he sweetly kissed her shoulder.
Sex for Cami was usually searching for a release, and then an excuse to bail. Not this time. She wanted to stay forever in this bed with Enzo.
Chapter 18
A loud bang followed by a string of curse words woke Enzo from the best sleep he’d had in days. His eyes popped open and adjusted to the still dark room. Cami teetered on one leg while she tried to pull on a sock.
“What are you doing?” he asked, his voice gruff with sleep. He rolled over to get a better view of her. Her t-shirt hung just above the curve of her ass, the lace of her red thong peeking out.
She hobbled over to the dresser and searched the drawer. “I’m getting ready for work.”
“You can barely walk.” The woman was as stubborn as the sky was blue. He’d give her credit for her determination though. It was admirable and sexy as hell, but she was out of her mind if she thought he was going to let her stand on that ankle all day.
“The coffee shop isn’t going to open itself.”
“No, but Paulie will.”
“What do you mean?”
“I spoke to him yesterday when I went back to pick up dinner, and he said he would open for you. Ella said she’ll fill in another shift while you’re recovering, and before you ask, Paulie spent the entire day yesterday teaching Ella how to make all the drinks. She’s somewhat of a pro now.”
“There is no way she’s a pro after one day, especially learning from someone who is a mere amateur himself.”
“She made my coffee just fine.”
“Kind of hard to mess your coffee up,” she said with a perturbed tone that he found purely amusing. “I can’t expect Paulie and Ella to keep my shop afloat, it’s not right.”
“Just admit you’re mad the place didn’t burn to the ground without you, and come back to bed.” He reached for her hand, and with a huff she turned from it.
“I have responsibilities to take care of, and while staying in bed all day with you sounds appealing, I can’t.”
“Wow, never felt so desired in my life. Thanks for that.”
“You know what I mean.”
Enzo scooted to the edge of the bed and snaked his hand around Cami’s waist, drawing her close until she stood in between his legs. His hands roamed her thigh and rested happily on the firm curve of her ass.
Her brown eyes fixed on his.
“Come back to bed,” he said, a small smile tugging the corner of his lip.
“I can’t.”
He kissed her stomach, dragging his mouth over her tight skin. “Yes, you can.” He moved up her body, kissing, licking, and sucking as he went. A moan slipped from her lips, her legs wobbled, and her arms wound around his neck.
He pushed her t-shirt up, happy to see she hadn’t put a bra on yet, though he wouldn’t have minded to see the red laced bra he had found in her trunk. He took her rose tipped nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the hardened bead. Her body arched into him, and he could feel the stress in her body dissipate.
“Want me to stop?” he asked and pulled away.
Her hand cupped his head and drew him back. “Don’t even think about it.”
He kissed the curve of her breast and drew his tongue along the soft mound, stopping just before her nipple. “I thought you had to get ready for work?”
“You and I both know there’s no way in hell you’re letting me go.”
“Is that why you were trying to sneak out before I woke up?”
“Damn straight. I’m not an idiot.”
“No, you’re not. You’re a sexy, intelligent woman who drives me mad.” He dipped his head, taking her nipple between his teeth and suckling the tight bead. She moaned, her nails digging into his shoulder. The harder she dug, the more he teased.
Stealing away the control she held onto with an iron fist was turning into a game for him. He loved to watch her throw away the reins and let him take the lead. Last night he’d learned her body—what she liked and what made her squeal.
He rubbed his thumb over the red lace of her panties, and her leg wobbled. He lifted her into his arms and positioned her over his throbbing erection. He didn’t enter her, preferring to tease for a bit longer. “Your ankle okay?”
“It’s sore,” she admitted, and there was tenderness in her tone that shot directly to his heart.
“Then let’s go get you some ice.”
She shook her head. “Ice later. Right now, all I want is you.”
Her hand stroked him, and he circled her wrist, pulling her arms to wind around his shoulders. He stood with Cami clinging to his neck. He grabbed a condom and sheathed himself.
“Impressive,” she said and kissed his throat.
“That was nothing.” He swiped the head of his cock against her center. She inhaled deeply, and he thrust into her. Her nails cut into his flesh. He thrust again, loving how this position gave him all the control, making her powerless and having no choice but to absorb every sensation.
Pain mixed with pleasure as her grip on him tightened, driving him wild. He glided his hand down her leg, angling her bad ankle to a safe spot as he sat on the bed. The position caused her to take him deep, and he inhaled a shaky breath, trying to cling to the little control he had lift.
Cami rocked against him, and he couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. She regained control and rode him, clutching him close, her breasts rubbing against the coarse hairs of his chest. He couldn’t hold back, didn’t even try; he was too far gone, consumed with Cami.
His body tensed, and he fell over the edge just as she cried out and collapsed against him. He hugged her to him, breathing in her vanilla coffee scent and savoring the soft feel of her hair on his cheek.
He didn’t want to let her go, loving her pressed against him, but he needed to dispose of the condom and get ice on her ankle. He stood, and she clung to him still. With a laugh he made his way to the bathroom and took care of the condom before heading to the kitchen. He walked over to the counter and placed Cami’s bare ass on the marble. She squealed and lifted up with her hands.
“Cold,” she said.
He kissed her lips and smiled. “You need to cool off anyway.”
She playfully shoved at his shoulder, and he laughed as he went to the freezer and pulled out an ice pack. He grabbed a hand towel and lifted Cami’s leg. He stroked the skin that was no longer swollen but was marred with ugly blue, yellow, and purple swirls that curled toward her foot.
“I am so sorry,” he said and kissed the bruised skin. He replaced his lips with the ice pack, and Cami winced at the contact.
“Okay, move so I can get down,” Cami said, and Enzo barked out a laugh.
“That’s not happening.”
“I can’t stay naked on my kitchen counter. I prepare food on this counter.”
“I’m okay with that.”
She rolled her eyes. “You would be. Now let me down. I haven’t had my coffee y
et today, and you don’t want to see that side of me.”
“Point me in the right direction, and I’ll make a pot.”
She arched her eyebrow in his direction. “I only drink French press at home.”
“Lucky for you I know exactly how to use a French press.”
“You do?”
“You did come to the house for the holidays over the years, right?”
“Yes.”
“Then you know my grandfather always had his French pressed coffee at the end of the night with a little cream.” It was a holiday tradition among the adults in the family, and as Enzo got older, he’d joined in the after dinner pick-me-up.
“Oh yes. Except I wouldn’t call Sambuca cream.”
“Don’t tell my grandfather that.”
“I would never.” Cami had always respected his grandfather, always went out of her way to say hi to him and have a conversation. Those were the things he hadn’t paid much attention to before, but now as they filtered in through his memory, he realized that maybe subconsciously he had noticed her all along.
Chapter 19
Cami had fallen asleep in Enzo’s lap on the couch, while she forced him to watch the horrible movie that was Willow Cove. He propped her ankle up, laid the ice pack on it, then headed out to pick up a few things and to check on her shop.
It took him longer to find parking, probably because it was later in the day and everyone had already made their way to the beach and the restaurants. He found a spot after twenty minutes of looking and pulled in.
The boardwalk was booming with people, some in nothing more than a bathing suit, while others were dressed for a late lunch.
He bypassed the Local Bean and stepped into Mind, Body, and Soul and was immediately assaulted by the overwhelming variety of scents. He couldn’t pinpoint a particular one; they all seemed to overpower each other, making it impossible to decipher.
“Isn’t this a lovely surprise.” Martha came out from behind the register and gave him a hug. “What can I do for you today?”
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