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It was perfect and felt incredible.

I want to do it again.

Enzo’s hand leaves my neck, and as I push myself higher, he leans his head down, and we meet in the middle.

Chapter 22

JENNA

Enzo nips at my lips, once…twice…, then his hand cups the back of my head, and his tongue sweeps into my mouth.

Just like earlier, there's an explosion of colorful fireworks, and the sensations are so overwhelming, I whimper.

He answers with a groan that rumbles deep from his chest, and I feel it beneath my palms.

Enzo wraps his other arm around my back, and I’m squashed to him while he devours me in a way that makes me feel like I’m all that matters to him.

I move my hands up to cup his jaw, and when I try to pull myself higher, my body rubs against his.

Enzo instantly breaks the kiss, and extracting himself from beneath me, he shoots off the bed and walks to the other side of the room.

Dazed, I push up on my hands and knees, and when he looks at me, he hisses, “Foda-se!”

Confused, I watch as he stalks out of the bedroom, and I slump to my butt, staring at the doorway and wondering what I did wrong.

I wait a minute or so, and when he doesn’t return, I grab my phone and scoot off the bed. While I tuck the device into my pocket, I shove my feet into my sneakers.

Walking to the doorway, I stop to peek into the living room, and seeing him sitting in the living room with his elbows resting on his thighs and his hands covering his face, I begin to worry that I triggered him in some way.

“Are you okay?” I ask, my tone tense.

He pulls his hands away, and looking at me, he nods. “I’m fine.”

I walk a little closer, wrapping my arms around myself and feeling very insecure. I don’t know what to do, and duck my head low.

“Come here,” he murmurs.

I shake my head and whisper, “I’m sorry for whatever I did wrong. I’m not good at…kissing and those kinds of things.”

“You did nothing wrong,meu anjinho.” I hear him get up and the sound of his footsteps as he comes closer to me. He pulls me into a tight embrace and presses a kiss to the top of my head, then says, “I had to stop things because it was turning me on too much.”

Realizing Enzo left the room for my sake only makes me trust him more.

I pull my arms free from between us and place them around his waist. “Thank you for showing me I can trust you.”

“You’re welcome,meu amor.”

I’m quiet for a little while, then I say, “You need to teach me what all the words mean.”

He lets go of me and gestures at the door. “I’ll tell you while we do some shopping.”

Excitement trickles into my chest, and when he takes my hand, I smile up at him. “I’ve never been on a date before, and even though I messed the champagne all over the place, I’m really loving it. Thank you for bringing me here.”

Enzo leans down and kisses my mouth in a tender way that has my stomach doing cartwheels, then he murmurs in a deep tone, “Anything for you,meu anjinho.” As we walk to the door, he translates, “My little angel.”

“Why do you call me that?” I ask as we step into the hallway, which has a thick, plush red carpet.

“Because to me, you’re as innocent as an angel.”