13. Gabriella

13

GAbrIELLA

T his is all I’ve wanted from Enzo and he’s finally admitted what he did was wrong. Well, not so much what he did—he is a businessman and I can respect that—but the fact that he used what I told him in confidence against me and then went behind my back, knowingly trying to steal the most important deal of my career.

“I’m not ready for things to end, either,” I admit quietly.

“Let’s spend the weekend together,” he says, tightening his hold on me.

“I thought you worked on the weekends.”

“Forget about work.”

“That’s gotta be a first for you. Maybe me, too.”

“Will you spend the rest of today and tomorrow with me? I want to get to know you better. Figure out what this thing is that’s happening between us because it’s throwing me for a loop.”

My mouth edges up. “Me, too.”

“No work, no regrets. Okay?” he presses, and I slowly nod.

“Okay.”

His mouth slams against mine, kissing me passionately, and he takes like whiskey and cigars.

Pulling back, I grin up at him. “Have you been drinking and smoking?”

“Yeah, drowning my sorrows.” He drops a kiss on my forehead, each of my cheeks, the top of my nose and, finally, one on my lips.

I pull back and smirk. “You were sad, Mr. Rossi? About what exactly?”

“You need to ask?”

I pretend to think and tap a finger against my lips. Lips already starting to become swollen by his wonderfully demanding kisses. “Was it perhaps because you know I’m going to beat you and win Holloway? Is that why you were sad?”

“Cheeky little vixen,” he growls, his large hand curving over my ass and squeezing. “No, honey, I was planning on getting stinking drunk with my brothers because I felt you slipping away.”

My heart starts beating harder and I look into his deep, dark brown eyes. It’s so very easy to get lost in them. “And now?” I ask, running my hands through his hair and around to lace behind his neck.

“Now I want to keep you close and I’m going to do whatever it takes. Starting with multiple orgasms.”

He sweeps me up into his arms so fast that I squeak.

“Where’s your bedroom?” he asks, nibbling on my ear.

“That way,” I say huskily, pointing down the hall, as a shiver runs through me. Good Lord, he’s been here less than five minutes and I’m dying for him to be inside me. I need this man on a primal, almost feral level, and I slam my lips against his, kissing the shit out of him. I’m hoping he gets the hint that I need him hard and fast.

As though he’s reading my overheated mind, Enzo tosses me on the bed. “Get naked,” he orders, quickly stripping out of his suit. For once, I’m not about to argue and I can’t pull my clothes off fast enough. Once we’re both naked, he drops down on top of me, his weight pressing me deeper into the mattress and I sigh. Being skin to skin with Enzo is the best thing ever and I arch up, trying to make sure every one of my curves is fitting against his sharper angles.

Enzo starts kissing me deeply, all tongue, exploring my mouth, and I moan when his hand slips between our bodies and those talented fingers of his start strumming my clit. Breaking my mouth free, I gasp and begin to writhe beneath him. He knows exactly where and how to touch me until I feel like I’m on the verge of losing my mind.

He slips a finger inside my aching core, curling it, all the while keeping the same pressure and rhythmic circling of his thumb on my throbbing clit. I begin to whimper, needing more, desperate for him to fill me up.

“Please,” I beg. Two can play this game, I think, reaching down and circling my hand around his rock-hard cock. He lets out a low, guttural groan as I squeeze and pump him.

“You don’t play fair, Bri,” he says, gaze locking onto mine as he brushes my hand away and shifts my hips, lining our bodies up.

“Oh, and like you do?” He slides his engorged tip through my wet folds and I push up, trying to draw him inside.

“Never,” he rasps and thrusts hard. We come together hot and fast, just like I want. I arch up, my breasts flattening against his firm chest, meeting him stroke for stroke. My legs wrap around his waist, drawing him deeper, enjoying how he stretches my body to the absolute limit.

And it belatedly occurs to me that we forgot a condom. Fuck. I instantly freeze and our carelessness must hit him at the exact same time because his hips stop their delicious pumping.

“Shit,” he hisses. “Are you on birth control?”

“No, but we should be okay. My cycle is like clockwork.” Although, the moment those words leave my mouth, it occurs to me that my period is late. I mean, it happens every great once in a while, so I push the thought out of my head. With Enzo balls deep inside me, I can’t think clearly.

“I’m clean,” he assures me.

“Stop talking, please,” I say. “Keep fucking.”

He gives me a wicked smirk, pulls my knee up along my side, and manages to sink even deeper. We both groan and then start moving again. It’s absolutely wonderful. So, so, so good and I lose my shit fast. The moment I climax, everything around me seems to shatter in the most glorious way. No one has ever played my body like this before, managing to get me off so fast and furious in record time. And just when I think it’s over, Enzo shifts our bodies and, with every thrust, he manages to hit my sweet spot. Another orgasm slams into me and I cry out his name.

Completely sated, drifting away on a cloud of orgasmic bliss, I feel Enzo shudder hard and his hot release fills me. This is the best sex I’ve ever had and I know it has everything to do with the insane chemistry between us. I’m still a little surprised at myself for letting him come inside me bare. The morning after pill is always an option, so I don’t let myself stress. I just want to hang out here on Cloud Nine for a little bit longer.

“Oh, Christ, honey,” he grits out, rolling off me. For a long moment, we both just lie on our backs, staring at the ceiling, and breathing hard. I’m not sure how much time passes before he gets out of bed and disappears into my bathroom. When he returns with a warm, damp washcloth, I don’t move. Just watch as he carefully cleans between my legs. The action is so intimate and I bite down on my lower lip. While he gets rid of the washcloth, I squeeze my thighs together. Everything is still pulsing and tingling.

And I have a feeling the night ahead is going to be wild and sensual. One that I will never forget. No matter what, though, I refuse to have regrets. Just like Enzo said, I’m going to forget about work for the first time in my life and only concentrate on us. On the unpredictable and crazy feelings only this man knows how to bring out of me.

For better or worse.

I’m not sure how, but the sex only gets better. We spend the night in each other’s arms and christen most of my apartment. When morning comes, we sleep in, tangled up in each other’s arms and legs. I can’t remember the last time I allowed myself to sleep in or the last man I let in so fully, so completely. It’s a little scary when I think about how much I’ve opened myself up to Enzo. How I’ve allowed him to see parts of me that no one else ever has before.

Pulling myself off his chest, I yawn and stretch. I’m sore in all the right places and look down to see the hickey I left on his neck. My gaze trails over his beautiful body and I smile when I notice the sheet starting to rise just below his waist. His eyes open and he grins shamelessly.

“You’re insatiable,” I chastise him.

“Only for you.” He grabs my wrist, tugging me back down on top of him.

“I need to brush my teeth,” I say, trying to pull out of his hold.

“Honey, you taste perfect,” he says, then kisses me hard on the mouth. I can’t resist and melt against him. Once we’re done kissing, I trail my hand over his chest, circling my fingers through the light growth of hair.

“You aren’t going to pluck another one, are you?” he asks, eyes full of mirth.

“Maybe,” I say and tweak his nipple. “So, you said you wanted to spend the weekend together. We didn’t even leave the house yesterday. Any plans for today?”

“I have lots of plans for you,” he murmurs, running his hand over my hip. “Do you like adventure?”

I straighten up, curious. “Of course. What’re you thinking?”

“Go jump in the shower while I make a call.”

I push my lower lip out. “You aren’t joining me?”

“Oh, you can count on it.” He slaps my ass and I let out a yip and hop backwards. I sashay over to the bathroom, shaking my hips, then glance over my shoulder to catch him watching me closely, heat building in his dark gaze.

“Hurry up,” I murmur.

“Gimme three minutes.”

It takes him less than two and we spend the next half an hour taking a very hot shower together. By the time we’re done, I feel like I need another one just to cool off. I get ready quickly, dressing casually, but Enzo doesn’t have anything but his suit, so we stop back at his place quickly so he can change.

“I usually never see you in anything but a fancy suit,” I remark as he struts out of his large, walk-in closet wearing a dark blue henley and a pair of jeans that fit his ass like a glove. Stifling a sigh, I try not to stare, but it’s hard. The man is just too attractive.

“Birthday suit, too,” he adds with a smirk.

I chuckle. “You haven’t told me what we’re doing.”

“It’s a surprise. But, just to let you know, there will be third party involvement.”

“Oh, really? Not in a sexual way, right?” I tease and he bursts out laughing.

“Honey, I would never share you,” he assures me, pulling me against his chest. “Not in a million goddamn years. You’re all mine.”

“Not even with another woman?” I never got the impression he was kinky, but don’t all men want a threesome? Not that I’m game, but I want to know everything about this man. Especially his fantasies.

“Only you,” he murmurs and kisses me passionately.

When we finally come up for air, he takes my hand and leads me downstairs.

“I’ll drive,” he says.

“Good because I have no idea where we’re going,” I remind him.

It turns out, Enzo drives us to a small, private airport just outside of the city. He pulls up next to a helicopter and I see his younger brother, Angelo.

“I hope you like to fly,” Enzo says, “because Angelo is going to take us on a tour of the city.”

“Are you serious?” I hop out of the car and excitement thrums through me. “I’ve never been on a helicopter before.”

“Gabriella, I’d like for you to officially meet my younger brother, Angelo. Ang, this is Bri.”

There’s no missing his possessive tone and I can’t lie—I love it. I’ve never felt like I belonged to a man before, never wanted to feel that way, but with Enzo it’s different. It’s like he owns a part of me and I own a part of him. It’s an equal feeling. And, a very beautiful one because it’s like we hold each other’s hearts and souls.

Although I’ve seen Angelo at the Five Families meetings, I’ve never officially spoken to him before. “It’s nice to meet you,” I say, and we shake hands.

“You, too.” He gives me a bright-white grin that should be in a toothpaste commercial and nods toward the helicopter. “Alright, kids, let’s hop on this bird and see the sights.”

Enzo reaches for my hand and guides me over. I can’t remember the last time I was this excited and he gives my arm a little shake. “You okay? You seem nervous.”

I blow out a breath. “I am a little nervous.”

“Don’t be. I’ll hold your hand the whole time,” he promises, and my heart constricts.

For some reason, this moment feels like a turning point in our relationship. One I can either run far away from or one I can embrace fully. Perhaps, I should run. Maybe that would be the wisest thing to do.

But, instead, I squeeze his hand and allow him to help me up into the helicopter.