Page 62 of Enzo DeLuca

“Oh, that. She said she wanted to wait in here to eat dinner with you,” Giorgio informed him.

She’d waited to eat with me?An indescribable feeling came over him. She’d tried to wait up for him. He’d never had anyone wait up for him other than his grandfather when Enzo had been younger. Enzo strode toward her chair, then stopped when he was halfway there. He’d almost forgotten they weren’t alone. His gaze connected with Giorgio’s.

“You can go home,” Enzo whispered.

“Yes, boss. The food is in the refrigerator. It just needs to be heated.”

Enzo nodded, then followed Giorgio out of the house. A few guards remained on the property guarding the outside. Now that only he and Eve were left inside, Enzo locked up, did a sweep of the house, then activated the alarms. Afterward, he returned to the kitchen to find Eve still snoring, sleeping peacefully. Smiling, he strode over to her and gently kissed her forehead. She didn’t wake up.

He could probably take a quick shower, and she still wouldn’t wake up in his absence. Seeing that she was already in pajamas, Enzo decided to do just that. He showered quickly and washed his hair. After drying off and pulling on a pair of gray and black plaid pajama pants, he returned to the kitchen. His Eve was still in the same position she’d been in when he’d kissed her forehead.

Trying to be quiet and not disturb her, Enzo took the microwavable containers out of the refrigerator and heated them. While he waited for the food to heat, he leaned against the counter, folded his arms over his chest, and watched Eve. He still couldn’t believe she’d waited for him. She hadn’t eaten dinner because she’d wanted to eat with him. That meant she’d been thinking about him just as much as he’d been thinking about her.

From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of his reflection in the silver refrigerator door handle. Why the hell was he grinning like a fool? Enzo laughed and stared down at the floor. Now he was laughing out loud for no damn reason. Yeah, he was losing his mind. An hour ago, he’d felt murderous, ready to slaughter an entire organization. Still smiling, his gaze drifted to Eve. Now, he just felt like holding Eve and watching her sleep in his arms.

Enzo sighed. He’d be content doing that for a full day. However, doing that would be nearly as dangerous as what he normally did. Staring at her made him think about silly shit, like breakfast in bed and the sound of tiny feet running around the house. His smile slowly faded as he realized he was falling hard and fast for a woman whose real name he didn’t even know. Eve had secrets. They were probably dark secrets.

Enzo didn’t fear the dark. Plus, he had secrets of his own. However, he did fear the emotions he felt when he stared at Eve. The microwave dinged. Enzo turned and checked the food. Both were heated to a temperature he liked. He grabbed two pot holders and used them to carry the containers into the kitchen. In her sleep, Eve must’ve smelled the aroma of the manicotti casserole.

She groaned. Her eyes fluttered open just as he sat down next to her. Her gaze rose to his. For a second, they simply stared at each other. Then she stretched her hand toward his face. He held himself completely still, eyes never straying from hers as she pressed her palm against his cheek.

“Am I still dreaming, or are you really home?” she whispered.

Two things caused his heart to skip a beat. One was the fact that she’d been dreaming about him. The second was that she’d calledhishousetheirhome. The surge of emotions that washed over him was overwhelming. He wanted to say something. He wanted to tell her she wasn’t dreaming and that her don was really home. Words failed him.

He could only press his hand against hers, the one still resting on his cheek, and lean forward to claim her lips in a kiss. Though he'd planned to claim her mouth in a passionate and fiery kiss, the moment his lips touched hers, something inside him told him to take it slow. There were words he wanted to speak.

Yet, he couldn't seem to force them out of his mouth. The only way to make his feelings known was to let her taste those words on his lips. So, he took his time, kissing her slowly. In his head, he recited all of the words his heart was too afraid to say aloud.

Her lips parted as she whispered, "You're really here."

He answered by sliding his tongue between her lips. Enzo groaned as he kissed her. He'd never grow tired of this woman. He'd never grow tired of touching her, kissing her. She was his. And he'd do whatever needed to keep her. Those words wouldn't leave his lips, so he wrote them with his tongue against her tongue. She pulled her hand away from his to wrap her arms around his neck.

Enzo lifted her from the chair. He'd meant to sit in the other chair with her in his lap and hold her close. His little woman jumped into his arms and wrapped her legs around his waist, foiling his plan. Instead of sitting down, he stood next to the kitchen table and held her close as he made love to her mouth with his. With one hand around her back and the other underneath her, he held her up as she threaded her fingers through his hair.

He didn’t know how long he stood there kissing her. It wasn’t until she ground her body against his that he was freed from the haze he was in. Eve gripped a handful of his hair, then rolled her hips, gyrating against him. He was already rock hard. Now he was pulsating. His mission to take things slowly burst into flames. His woman didn't want that slow shit. He knew what she wanted.

He faced the table. With one hand still holding her tightly against him, he used the other to swipe the food away from the center of the table. He expected to hear the containers crashing onto the floor. Luckily, they slid to the edge of the table but didn't fall over. He laid Eve on the center of the table.

"Here?" she asked, grinning up at him.

"Here," he replied.

Without saying another word, she grabbed the edge of her shirt and pulled it over her head. He undressed quickly, then reached for her pants and pulled them down. His gaze narrowed then he glared up at her.

"No panties? You were around Giorgio with no panties on?"

Still grinning, she nodded.

"Eve!" he yelled.

"Enzo!" she mimicked.

He took a deep breath and prayed for patience. "Don't walk around with no panties on unless you're alone with me."

"Is that an order from the don?"

He started to say yes but caught himself. If he wanted something real with her, he couldn't treat her like one of his soldiers.

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