Page 17 of The Maid Married To The Billionaire

‘But necessary. I get it.’ She nodded, shaken by what he had revealed.

‘Well, that took me out of the moment,’ he confided in a roughened undertone, switching on the engine. ‘I’ll take you back home now.’

‘No...wait!’ Skye exclaimed, grabbing him by his jacket and practically lurching across the car to cover his mouth with her own. She was driven by something she didn’t understand but it was still something stronger than she was, something capable of suppressing her essential lack of confidence in that field. The need to connect with Enzo at that instant was more powerful than almost any urge she had ever experienced, indeed almost on a par with her desperate need to escape Ritchie that awful night when he had attacked her. And now here she was attacking Enzo instead, she reflected in disbelief.

‘No, not like that.’ Predictably, Enzo took charge, ramming back his seat to the furthest to gain more space, lifting her right down on top of him so that her clumsy, uncomfortable stretching lean towards him was no longer necessary. ‘Relax, take your time,’ he urged.

‘But we’re in full view of your security team,’ she reminded him, face red as fire.

‘I don’t care. A kiss is no big deal.’

He brushed his lips gently across hers and she stopped breathing, her heart a racing thud in her eardrums. ‘No big deal,’ he repeated, lifting his handsome dark head again to look down at her where she trembled on his lap. ‘There’s no need to be scared—’

‘I’mnotscared!’ Skye snapped, hands closing into the lapels of his jacket to yank him back to her with an aggression she had never ever felt before. ‘If it’s one kiss, you do it properly!’

‘Is that so?’ Enzo regrouped because he had never been forcibly grabbed before and he finally appreciated that she wasn’t in the least afraid of him. ‘What would madam find acceptable?’

‘Oh, stop it!’ she scolded him feverishly, stretching up as she had to do even on his lap to find his wickedly attractive mouth for herself. Her palms framed his hard cheekbones and smoothed down to his stubbled jawline, her fingers enjoying the roughness of that dark shadow. In fact, Enzo gave her a feast of different sensations to revel in. There was the wildly enticing smell of him that close, a sort of spicy, musky cologne-tinged masculinity that called to every sense. There were the fingers gently smoothing over her back and the sheer burning, sizzling excitement of his firm lips moving on hers.

It would have been fair to say that a single kiss had never lit a fire in Enzo before but the slight weight of Skye on top of him when he was already hard enough to pound nails was more than sufficient, especially when added to the little throaty sounds she emitted while she squirmed and pressed closer. In fact, a bushfire could not have been hotter. His tongue delved deep and she shuddered, hands on his shoulders now, her fingers digging into him making him think of other things he could be doing to feed that much-to-be-encouraged enthusiasm. Enzo was on a total high.

A trio of teenage boys stopped on the pavement to catcall and make obscene gestures. The sound of their voices broke the spell. Skye tore her swollen lips from his, as shocked as a nun waking up to an orgy, and removed herself so fast from his lap that she was in danger of whiplash. ‘What on earth were we thinking of?’ she exclaimed sharply.

Enzo forced a laugh when he didn’t feel like laughing. He felt more like getting uncharacteristically violent with the teenagers who had wrecked the most erotic encounter he had had in years. Thathadto be his imagination, he told himself straight away. ‘We weren’t thinking,’ he pointed out drily.

‘I can’t believe I did that!’ Skye erupted in sheer embarrassment.

‘It’s not like we were having sex,’ Enzo shot back at her, pulling the car away from the kerb. ‘It was just a stupid kiss. Don’t overreact!’

Skye’s mortification still threatened to swallow her alive. She had told him that she didn’t like sex and then snatched at him like an oversexed maneater! Just astupidkiss. Well, she supposed it was stupid on playboy terms. He probably hadn’t done anything that innocent in the last ten years or been greeted with any greater female fervour!

‘So what went wrong?’ Alana asked Skye as she passed her a cup of tea.

‘Why do you think there’s anything wrong?’ Skye asked, struggling to seem cool and unconcerned.

‘Hecame in the door like a tornado and went straight upstairs. You came in all pink and stiff. Obviously, something happened,’ her wily sibling pointed out and then frowned anxiously. ‘Did he make a pass at you?’

‘No, I made a pass at him,’ Skye corrected. ‘But I don’t want to talk about it.’

Alana startled her by grinning and then mock-zipping her mouth before grasping her tea and telling her about Brodie’s high jinks at bedtime.

The next morning, Skye decided that Enzo lacked the sensitive gene. She set his breakfast at the dining-room table and he carried it through into the kitchen to sit down opposite her when she was feeling as though if she saw him before the end of the century, it would be too soon.

‘Do you always make a major event out of little molehills?’ Enzo enquired lazily.

‘Don’t be smart—’

‘One of us has to be.’

Skye’s cheeks flamed and she dealt him a speaking look.

It was those lilac eyes, Enzo thought in frustration, they got to him in some weird annoying way and made him feel guilty even when she was thoroughly exasperating him.

‘I suppose this is not the optimum time to tell you that Mavis is being delivered back to you today.’

‘Seriously?’ she gasped in disconcertion.

‘Roadworthy this time,’ Enzo added a tad smugly. ‘Your car was in a dangerous condition.’

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