Page 52 of Kiss Away Your Pain (Wounded Hearts 2)

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Enzo

When the words left my mouth, nothing felt more true. For the first time in my life, I’m ready to give myself fully and completely to one woman. Her tenacity, her values, her integrity, her beautiful face, her fucking body. She’s unlike any woman I’ve ever met. And I can’t get enough.

The next week is busy for both of us. I have shoots lined up and a couple bartending jobs. She’s out of town again. We both receive a group text from Destiny.

Destiny:Hey! You guys want to come over for dinner on Sunday around 6:00?

Candi:I get back home Saturday night so Sunday works.

Me:I’m working but should be done by 5:00. Candi, meet you there? Destiny, what can I bring?

Candi:Yup.

Nicco:We’re having filet mignon. Enzo, want to pick out the wine?

Me:Done. See you all then.

The rest of the week passes quickly and I’m looking forward to seeing Candi. Our kiss has been taunting me. I want my hands, my mouth, on her body. My heart and my head are willing to wait because I respect her and what she’s been through and I don’t want to push her. My body, on the other hand, wants to be deep inside her, devouring her and making her come undone.

Pulling into their driveway, the last house on the left at the end of the street, I park next to Candi’s BMW M3. Wine in hand, I ring the doorbell. When the door opens, Candi’s standing there wearing a long-sleeve, cabernet-colored top that’s open down to her waist, exposing the inner swells of her breasts. Her long legs extend from below her black-leather mini skirt down to her black-leather stilettos that strap around her ankles.Holy fuck.She obviously has no idea what she does to me.

After grabbing a quick eyeful, without hesitation, I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her in for a kiss, wishing we weren’t standing in the foyer of Destiny and Nicco’s house. I’ve missed her succulent lips.

Struggling not to get lost in her, I pull back. “Hi. It’s good to see you.”

“Hi.” Her eyes sparkle when she smiles. In her heels, she’s only a couple inches shorter than me. “It’s good to see you too. Come on in.”

We all stand in the kitchen, catching up and drinking wine while Destiny and Nicco finish cooking. Then we sit around their four-person dining table, telling stories and sharing laughs. After dinner, we gather in their cozy living room in front of the fire and continue our conversations. Around nine o’clock, Candi yawns.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, you guys,” she says, yawning again. “I think it’s the different time changes lately. They’re kicking my ass.”

“Come on.” I stand up. “Let’s get you home.” I reach out my hand.

Taking my hand, she stands up.

Destiny and Nicco get up and we all go to the kitchen. Candi and I put our wine glasses in the sink and we say our goodbyes.

Holding her hand, I walk her to her car. She puts her back toward the car door and faces me.

“I’m sorry I’m so tired. Did you want to stay longer?”

“No. I wanted to come out here and kiss you,” I say, taking her face in my hand.

“I’d like that,” she says softly.

Dropping my head, I cover her sweet lips with mine and barely slide my tongue between them. She opens them a little. I deepen my slide. She whimpers, driving me deeper. I back her flush against her car door, teasing her mouth with my tongue. The way she tugs my neck to her makes my pulse increase.

I break our kiss. “I wish I was taking you home tonight.”

“Yeah?” she asks, tucking her fingers into my front jeans pocket.

“Mhm.” I trail my finger along the fabric of her top, following it with my eyes. I skim gradually down, following the curve of her breast. Touching her silky skin already has me getting hard.

She inhales, drawing my eyes back to her face. Holding her gaze, I continue gliding my finger along the seam down to her stomach. When I reach the waist of her skirt, I slide my finger to the other side, moving it more slowly up that side. Up her stomach, over the swell of her breast. Her eyes close as her chest rises with a stilted breath. I keep sliding my finger along the seam, indulging in touching her, hardening even more at her response.

“You have no idea what you do to me, do you?” I ask, my willpower a taught, fraying thread.

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