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“Thanks. Do you mind if I take a shower?” I ask, realizing I must have grime on me from traveling.
“Sure. You can grab your things through that door. There’s another door which opens to the living room, so if you don’t want the neighbors to see, be sure to shut it,” he ends teasingly.
I quickly use the facilities and do my business. After inspecting the shower to see if there’s room for two, a plan forms quickly and a smile spreads across my face. I undress in record time and as casually as I can manage, I call out, “Enzo, can you help me with something?”
Within moments, he’s at the door asking, “What do you need?” He peers around the room, looking eager to be of assistance.
God, I want this man right now. Why the hell is he waiting? “Only you,” I say, making my intentions clear. His eyes lock onto mine before sweeping up and down the full length of my body.
Thank the fucking Lord, he takes my hint.He’s undressed in record time, clothes flying everywhere. Before I know it, he bends down and swoops me into his arms. Seconds later, I’m being placed on the bed.
“Took you long enough,” I pant.God. I’ve been wanting him to do this since I laid eyes on him at the airport.
“I was giving you some space, beautiful. I’ve wanted to attack you since you stepped into my arms from the plane. I’mtryingto be a gentleman.” The way he emphasizes that last statement has my insides doing flips off a mountain.
Not wanting there to be any misinterpretation, I tell him, “Have your wicked way with me, Enzo. I can’t wait any longer.”The beautiful man before me reads my signals loud and clear and spends the next few hours worshiping my entire body, the only way he knows how.His delicious mouth nips, sucks, and licks his way across my body, getting fully reacquainted.I don’t think I have ever been this insatiable, but he gives me everything he has and then some.
Hours later, when his stomach rumbles, we force ourselves to the kitchen to make dinner.But our break doesn’t last long. Let’s just say, naked picnics have their advantages. We pass out from exhaustion, wrapped in each other’s arms, from pure orgasmic bliss.
I’m not sure what time it is when I wake, but it’s still dark outside.Nature calls my name with urgency. As much as I want to stay entwined with Enzo, there’s no way I can ignore it much longer. I untangle myself from Enzo and sit up slowly. The minute my feet hit the floor, a wave of nausea hits and it’s all I can do to run to the bathroom to make it to the toilet in time.
Yep. That’s where the sex god himself, finds me. Praying to the porcelain throne, giving her all I’ve got. He’s all sexy with rumpled hair and still entirely naked. Meanwhile, I’m lying on the floor, camped out between the wall and toilet, trying to keep my head in the vicinity of the bowl, so I don’t make an even bigger mess.
“You okay?” he anxiously asks, worry etched in his voice. “Anything I can get you?”
“Go away, I don’t want you to catch this,” I croak in humility.
“Not happening, beautiful,” is, of course, his perfect response.
He gets a wet washcloth and places it on my forehead.He also grabs a towel from the counter and wraps me in it. I think I thank him, but all I can do is lay my head against the rim of the,thankfully clean, toilet seat once I stop dry heaving.
“Do you think you’re done puking now?”God, just let me die.Why does he have to witness my humility? This is awful. No one should witness this, let alone the sexy man of my dreams.
All I can manage is a nod.I don’t have the energy to do much else.Strong arms suddenly envelop me and I find myself airborne. Enzo walks me over to the bed, then covers me with the blankets.
I must drift off for a moment; the next thing I know, he’s there standing in his boxers, offering me a t-shirt and boxers to wear. When I don’t do anything but stare at him, he dresses me like an infant. I’d like to say I try to protest, but I just don’t have the energy to give a fuck. I’m miserable. I can’t believe he even brings me a large pot to puke in. I don’t remember the last time anyone helped me when I was sick. The thought alone has my heartstrings being plucked rapidly. Emotion overwhelms me. But all that ends abruptly, when he crawls into bed with me. I protest with a croak, “Enzo, I don’t want to get you sick.”
“Samantha, we’ve swapped enough DNA since last night. If I’m going to get sick, I’m already exposed.” He laughs a little at the end, but then his tone changes. “Beautiful, I just want to hold you.Please let me do this. I feel helpless right now. Not to mention, there’s no way I’m going in the other room after spending the last six weeks apart.” Who am I to resist the face he gives me?
A few hours later, I wake again. This time, feeling much better.I make it to the bathroom, brush my hair and nasty teeth, as well as use the facilities, without any further sickness.Thank goodness for small miracles
I hear, “Are you feeling better?” through the door.
I take pity on him and don’t make him wait for my answer. “So much better. I’m a little hungry.Do you have any toast?”
I walk out into the living room to find Enzo making toast, as well as getting a blanket for me to snuggle with on the couch.
“I don’t know what I did to deserve you,” I whisper as he tucks me in.
“I’m the lucky one,” he says as he brushes a kiss on my forehead.
Then I realize I’ve said my thoughts aloud again and mutter, “Damn filter.”
“I love you, Samantha, lack of filter and all.”
I try to be angry that he finds my lack of filter endearing. “You’re lucky I love you, too, Enzo.”
“Damn right, I am.” The smile on his face nearly melts my heart entirely. This man’s so loving.I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else right now. I’m in heaven when he sits beside me and wraps me in his arms to snuggle.
