Page 76 of Unspoken Promises

“I want this,” I urge him on. “I want it so much.”

Anticipation and desire ache in my core, and my heart throbs relentlessly.

He’s so close his lips brush mine with a touch so light. Still, the strike of a match is just a whisper, but with the right fuel can set kingdoms on fire. I want him so badly I’m faint with how overwhelming my need is.

His throat bobs up and down that thick, sexy neck, as if his whole body is in this as deep as mine… And then, he kisses me.

His lips are hot and soft. He presses his mouth against mine with a deep passion I never expected. I’ve imagined a kiss a million times over, sometimes spending an entire night just wondering what a man’s lips would feel like, and never would I have been able to conjure up the ecstasy rushing through my veins. He’s tender. He’s slow. He’s tasting not just the sinful feeling of my lips but it’s like he’s devouring my soul.

He swallows the quiet moan that leaves my lips. He threads his fingers through my hair and, holding my head firmly in his grip, the whole world shifts because it feels like I’m finally home. He is my home.

He explores my mouth, his thumb brushes passionately along the corner of my mouth, and I’m lost in this feeling, in him, and I quicken my pace. Somehow, I get closer, climbing on his lap, and he eases back until I’m lying on him, my fingers now lost in his lush black locks, feeling this beautiful man on my fingertips, breasts pushed against his hard chest. My legs ease open to allow his hips between them, and the urge to rub against him for friction overwhelms me.

I want more than a kiss. I want to be touched down there. I want to be taken. I want to be loved…

Not being able to help the need, I grind myself against his thigh.

He runs his hands down my shoulder blades.

“Ava, we can’t,” he says into my mouth.

“We can…” I reach under his shirt to slip it overhead.

He helps me by tearing it up and off, and my palms slide across his bare chest, turning up the heat and urgency inside me.

I sit up and whip my own shirt off, craving the heat of his skin on mine I lie back down on him, our stomachs mold together, I devour his corded neck, and breathe in his manly cologne.

Years of pent-up frustration collide with a distinct feeling that this is right.Nowis right. I’m wild with need and kiss his lips more furiously as I reach for the button on his jeans.

“Scottie…”

No. I don’t want him to stop this. He knows my situation. He understands now my life was devoid of all of this, that there’s no way I’ve ever been with a man.

My words tumble into his mouth. “Let me touch you, Enzo.”

At that, he grabs my wrist low on his belly. “This isn’t about me.”

Our eyes meet, his gaze full of emotion and desire.

I reverse the grip and take his hand, running it over my stomach and just inside the hem of my shorts.

“Touchmethen…”

I unbutton my shorts with my free hand then ease his inside where he’s sure to feel how much I want him. For a moment, he’s so still I think he might pull back. But then… his fingers connect with the soaked cotton of my panties, and he massages my hard nub, dragging a soft moan from my lips.

I have to close my eyes and work hard not to hump his fingers, letting their slow back-and-forth motion tease me instead. He must feel how much I want him. I spread my legs wider, hoping to make it easier for him to touch me right where I need it most.

I’d be a mess if he was actually inside me.

Gliding his finger gently along my seam is already enough to see stars. I might never have been with a man but I’ve played with myself enough times to know what I like, to know what feels good… but Enzo?NothingI have ever done to myself compares with his fingers between my legs.

I want to strip bare. I want him to loop a finger around the fabric, tug it aside, and put his fingers inside me. One inside, a thumb on my clit. Just thinking about more has me riding him, rocking my hips back and forth for more friction.

“Harder,” I demand, bearing down onto his fingers.

He increases his speed.

“Ah…”

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