Page 88 of Filthy and the Beast

Grinning, I cross my arms. “That’s not exactly the same thing.”

“I don’t know,” he says, embarrassed. “Photographing birds calms me down, okay? And I’m showing you now.” He lays his hand on the back of my head, stroking my hair. “Can we stop talking about the fucking birds?”

Eager to feel the rub of his beard, I kiss him. He’s right. Bird conversation can wait.

Although he’s definitely getting the full interrogation later.

I bite down softly on Enzo’s lip, and he growls and clutches me tighter. My hands on his sides, we walk each other toward the bed, heat and pleasure building deep inside me.

“Thank you for inviting me into your room.”

Voice rough, Enzo presses his forehead to mine. “Sorry it takes me so long to open up.”

I melt against him. Sure, he’s removed one of the last barriers, letting me into his space, but all the little gestures mean the world to me, too. The way he washed my hand, the concern on his face when I got home, the little compliments he gives me.

I feel like I finally, truly know him, and he’s every bit as sweet as I always imagined.

With a gentle shove, I push Enzo to the bed. I could never topple him if he didn’t want me to, but he easily tumbles to the mattress, and I crawl on top to plant my lips back on his.

“Actually,” I whisper, our bulges hard together, “I’m not surprised at all to see your birds.”

With a rough laugh, Enzo twitches. “That so?”

I start unbuttoning my shirt, and his big hands join me, working the buttons open.

“Nature docs? Wingspan? The garden and the dogs?” I pause to throw my shirt aside. “It makes sense for you.”

Enzo sits up enough to tear his shirt off, too. “If you say so.”

I grin. “Can’t surprise me,” I tease him and fall down for another kiss. “I know you too well.”

My chest rubs against his. Enzo’s hairy pecs are thick and strong. When I find his nipple, he bucks against me. I throw myself into it, drag my mouth down, push his hands up. His scent is everywhere, the flannel sheets carrying his memory. As we roll from side to side, I keep thinking,I’m here. He’s let me in.

When I get his pants off, I palm his hard cock through his boxers, find my way down to his balls. Enzo bucks again, bouncing his erection against my face, and I grip his meaty thighs.

His hand lands on my wrist, grasping me. I’m panting. My cock pulses and demands attention, and fire blazes Enzo’s eyes.

Fuck, he’s so hot. His jaw and brow set with determination, the crooked angles of his broken nose as strikingly gorgeous as the first time I met him. He wants me as bad as I want him. Despite the obstacles still facing us, in this moment, I truly believe we’re going to find our way.

Enzo pulls my wrist, dragging my good hand between his thighs. “Don’t think I can surprise you, huh?”

I follow his lead, pushing between his hairy legs, and the stroke of his hand brings us to his crease. My pulse quickens, and my desire flames even hotter.

Is he ready to share this with me, too?

“Maybe I spoke too soon.”

Guiding me, Enzo’s grip stays strong on my wrist. I probe against his rim. The friction is hot and rough, and my erection leaks as his rim clenches in response.

Fuck yeah. I need this tonight. I need him.

“Come here.” I grab his cheeks, groping, and Enzo rolls over onto his belly. He lifts his hips, and I find my position between his legs before giving him a long, slow lick.

Muscles trembling, he groans and huffs, his deep voice rolling out. I love topping him this way, driving him to the edge with every flick of my tongue. Enzo gives himself over to me, and I give myself to him, too.

While I lick him, I grip my cock, squeezing my shaft and thumbing my crown. Wonder how far he wants to go tonight.

He groans louder, his voice breaking as I swirl my tongue at the edge of his rim. Enzo has a pillow in his fist, his back muscles taut as he squeezes. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

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