Page 78 of Enzo

“Your brothers are fucking tornados,” Enzo muttered, never opening his eyes. “I don’t think we should have sons. Only daughters. But I don’t think I could stand it if they looked like you. I’d need a stockpile of weapons, for starters.”

I let out a strangled laugh at the compliment buried beneath his overprotectiveness.

“Agreed on my brothers. They’re teenagers, hopefully they’ll mature.”

He scoffed. “For the sake and well-being of the world, I hope so.”

I padded across the living room and came to stand between his parted legs. “You know, if you’re considering children, we would probably need to start by having sex.”

His eyes opened the rest of the way, his pupils blown wide. My heart palpitated while my pulse danced in a strange way, and suddenly Ineededto be touched by him.

“I was giving you time, like you asked.”

“Oh.” That gesture alone had me all weak in my knees.

He chuckled. “Oh, she says.”

I swallowed, leaning forward and pushing my fingers across his neck and into the thick hair at his nape.

“I haven’t gotten to know all of you yet,” I rasped, anticipation building between us. My breasts were so close to his face, I could feel his hot breath ghosting across my skin through the material of his shirt. “But what I know, I like.”

His hand skimmed up the backs of my thighs, pulling me closer until his pants brushed against my skin.

“You do?”

“I do.”

“And?”

“You should probably know I’m on birth control.”

“I already do.”Why does that not surprise me?After all, invasions of privacy were his forte, although I didn’t have it inme to be mad about it at the moment. “We should get to know every inch of each other’s bodies before we have kids.”

Every inch of me ignited. My breaths came in quick bursts. “I need you tonight.”

I didn’t have to say it twice.

He brought up a hand and his fingers dug into my hair, angling my head for a kiss. “I thought you’d never fucking ask,mia anima.”

Then his mouth crashed over mine, our tongues clashing and teeth clacking, setting my body on fire with every wicked lick.

I moaned, parting my lips for him, and he lingered a breath away before he said, “Tonight, I’ll have you screaming my name as I lick you anywhere and everywhere you want to be licked. You just need to say please.”

“Please.”

“Good girl.” His voice was seductive as he wrapped his arms around my waist, his fingers tightening.

“Would a good girl suck your dick?” My face burned with embarrassment saying those words out loud, but the thunderstorm in his eyes made me forget all about it.

“If that’s what you want.” A note of darkness laced his response.

I lowered down to my knees and reached for the belt, the clank of it loud in the silence of the cottage. Next, I reached for the zipper and lowered his pants and black designer briefs.

His cock sprang out, hard, thick, and long, a single purple vein running along the shaft.

I hesitated.

I’d never given a blowjob, but I’d seen one or two videos—fine, porn—that demonstrated. It looked easy enough, but as I stared at his length, I wasn’t sure how I’d get it all into my mouth.