Page 28 of Irreplaceable

“Why not?” I grinned and balled up another bit of rice. He narrowed his eyes at me, daring me. And then I launched it at him.

“All right. That’s it.” He tossed down his napkin then picked me up, throwing me over his shoulder.

“Hey!” I was upside down, but I had a great view of his magnificent ass. “Put me down!”

Grass turned to tile, and I knew where we were even without glancing up—the outdoor shower. He set me on the bench beside it before switching on the water. This was insane. I was going to take an outdoor shower under a full moon with the hottest man I’d ever seen.

The breeze coming off the ocean was balmy and warm, and I giggled at the idea that I’d somehow manifested this week. Or maybe Lauren had. She was the one who’d said, “You never know what will happen.” Unbelievable.

“What’s so funny?” Enzo asked, stripping out of his shirt.

My mouth went dry, and I stopped laughing. Nothing. Absolutely nothing was funny about how sexy this man was. He was exactly what I hadn’t known I’d needed. And I knew that even long after this week had ended, I’d relive the memories of my time in Bali with Enzo.

“I just—” I tried to stand but faltered—the alcohol and my injured ankle making me unstable. I sank down on the bench once more. “This week…you. I really needed it.”

The shower dusted us with a light mist of water, and I just wanted to stay here a little longer. Make it last.

“So did I.” He cupped my cheek, and he opened his mouth as if to say something but kissed me instead. It was gentle and lingering, the type of kiss that spoke of an impending goodbye. We still had a few days left, but I knew we both felt it—that sense that this was ending. Reality creeping in on us.

He helped me stand, stripping me out of my dress before setting me back down on the bench, this time beneath the spray of the water. He grinned when he realized I’d been naked beneath my dress, and I smiled when he stripped out of his shorts to reveal his naked form as well. I supposed we’d both known it would all end up on the floor anyway.

He stepped closer, and I couldn’t take my eyes off him. I took him in my hand, and he seemed hypersensitive to my touch, or maybe that was just my imagination. I kissed the tip, exploring, and his eyes rolled back on a groan. It made me feel powerful, sexy, that I could unravel this strong man so easily. Especially when other men I’d been with had complained that my hands—or worse, my mouth—were too small. Enzo didn’t seem to mind my size. In fact, he seemed to prefer it, judging from the nickname he’d given me.

“Oh dio. Oh dio. Sì,” he hissed when I licked him again, this time from root to tip.

I took my time, exploring him, lavishing him with attention. I’d never put so much effort into giving a man pleasure, and I felt like a goddess. At least until he pulled out of my mouth abruptly and with a loud pop.

I blinked up at him, wiping the corners of my lips. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No, uccellina.” His tone was gentle, even though his muscles were clenched. “But I don’t want to come in your mouth. Not tonight. I need to be inside you.”

He produced a condom from his shorts and slid it on. I bit back a groan at the sight of him, and he picked me up and spun us around so he was sitting on the bench. I was on his lap, guiding him to my entrance. “Yes, Enzo.”

There was so much I wanted to say, and yet, I didn’t want to ruin what little time we had left together. I needed to accept this for what it was.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and leaned back so I could see. He rubbed his erection along my opening, coating himself with my juices.

“Get inside me,” I panted, watching where our bodies aligned.

“You want me?” he asked, and I nodded just barely, not wanting him to lift his forehead from mine. “Take what you want.”

Where had the domineering man gone? Replaced by this softer version of Enzo. I liked both sides of him. Liked that he was willing to let me take the lead sometimes, but also assume control.

I wrapped my legs around his back, arms around his neck, and I pulled him closer. Right where I wanted him. Warm water cascaded down my skin, Enzo’s hands mapping my curves. And we kissed beneath the full moon, our bodies and hearts connected as we cried out to the stars.

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