“What’s that have to do with your list?”
I peeled off my top and tossed it. My tank top went next. He’d seen me in a bra the other day, but he’d never seen me seen me. I went for the clip of my black satin bra, and he kept quiet, watching me but not stopping me. When I freed my tits from the uncomfortable underwire, he pushed away from the doorframe and strode closer, and my breathing only picked up. Hard, hot, and fast.
“What are you doing?” He palmed his dick over his sweats, more than likely not realizing he was doing it as he approached me.
“I’m giving you something to look at while you release all that tension,” I explained, feeling a little crazy.
“And that’s on your list? Watching me stroke my cock without participating?” He reached for me, drawing my chin into his large hand, guiding my eyes up.
I nodded. “You’re telling me you’ve never thought about me while you get off? Because you’re all I can think about when I touch myself.”
His brows slanted as he lowered his eyes to my breasts, and my nipples weren’t just hard because I was chilly. That dark, heated look in his eyes had goose bumps forming all over my exposed skin. “They say that the more orgasms you have, the longer you live,” he remarked.
“They do, do they?”
He cupped my breast with his free hand. “You know what that means?” He pinched my nipple, and I chewed on my lip so I didn’t cry out from the pleasure of his touch. The walls were thin, and my sister and brother-in-law were next door. “I’ll live for an eternity from the number of times I’ve beat off thinking about you.”
My legs tightened on reflex at his confession, and I had to remind myself he was under the influence so I didn’t launch myself into his arms.
“So will you give me number six?” I forced my eyes to meet his, and he slid his tongue along the seam of his lips as he rolled my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, eliciting yet another moan from me.
“I’m curious how you went from me taking your ass as number five to watching me jerk off for number six. Feels out of order.” A sly smile slid across his lips, almost as if he’d forgotten all about whatever darkness was weighing him down.
“My list isn’t exactly arranged on a kink scale from one to ten.” Not that number five had been that, but still.
A torn look crossed his face.
“So?” I arched a brow and set my hand over the one cupping my chin. “Will you?”
“Yes,” he said as his hand slid over my mouth, and I kissed his palm. “Tonight . . . I’ll give you whatever you want.”
EIGHT
Maria
Enzo walked into his en suite, turned on the light, and I quietly followed him. Without saying more, he shoved down his sweats and stepped free of them.
As he removed his boxers, I stifled a moan and leaned against the counter. Enzo’s body was absolute perfection from head to toe. And his muscular ass . . . Michelangelo couldn’t have carved a better one.
He wordlessly stepped into one of the most luxurious showers I’d ever seen, and God, I wanted to join him. But it was more important that he sober up right now and shake off some of his anger. I needed him to talk to me and let me help him with whatever the hell was going on.
Keeping the door open and with the water on, Enzo slowly turned beneath the spray, and I braced the counter on each side of me at the sight.
The girth of that man. His length. The veins that led to the head of his impressive cock. I licked my lips, wishing I could taste him.
He leisurely slid a hand up and down his shaft as I worked my focus up his wall of muscles to find his face. He ran his free hand through his wet hair and messed it up, and his wet lashes only intensified that dark look in his eyes as he stared at me.
“This what you want?” he roughly asked while moving his hand up and down a few more times, and I chewed on the inside of my cheek, trying to summon the strength not to slip my hand down my pants and touch myself as I watched him.
And then a hard knot formed in my stomach and had me gripping my shoulders. I smashed my forearms to my breasts to hide myself. “You wouldn’t do this if you hadn’t been drinking or weren’t so upset. Maybe I—I shouldn’t be in here with you?” I gave him my profile, prepared to flee and leave him alone to rub one out.
“So help me, Maria, if you walk out that door, I will slap your ass so hard you won’t be able to sit for a week.” The abrasive tone of his voice and order had me nervously peeking over at him, finding him still gripping his cock.