Page 23 of The Maid Married To The Billionaire

‘Is that so?’

‘Sì...that means yes.’

‘I know that! You’re always spluttering Italian when you’re not thinking about it,’ she told him.

And Enzo laughed and thought how unusual it was for him to laugh with a woman in bed, never mind have a conversation. He lifted his dark tousled head and stared down at her in the lamplight and used a long finger to trace her fine brows, her delicate cheekbones and the soft pink cushion of her swollen lips. ‘You’re beautiful.’

And she almost argued with him but bit it back, assuming it was standard for him to say that sort of thing, but that didn’t mean that she had to be clumsy about receiving a compliment, did it? As far as she was concerned the only beautiful individual in the room was Enzo with his classic bone structure, dark deep-set eyes and that particular rare smile on his lips that hinted that he didn’t have a care in the world.

‘You’re so warm,’ she told him with a grin. ‘As good as an electric blanket.’

‘Livelier, I hope,piccolo mio.’

Still smiling, Enzo shaped a dainty breast with a hunger he was fiercely striving to restrain. He brushed away the bedding only to discover that she was inadvertently holding onto it. He detached her from the duvet like a man making the first move to open a box containing a fascinating puzzle. He bent over her, the apprehension in her wide eyes clenching something painful inside his broad chest. In all his life no woman had ever looked at him with that degree of anxiety and so he kissed her and he kissed her for a very, very long time, sliding against her, dipping his tongue in the tender interior of her mouth with a little flick and a promise that began to ignite something low in her pelvis that Skye had never felt before.

All sorts of unfamiliar sensations began to shimmy through Skye and demolish her tension to replace it with a tension of a different type. She grew less worried about Enzo hurting or embarrassing her and more concerned with what he would do next, which, she dimly registered, was a lot healthier an attitude. Her fingers crept up over his stubbled jaw into his luxuriant black hair. It felt so good to finally touch him again and so strange to realise that she who had come to detest physical contact with one man could be so different with another.

Enzo stroked a taut pink nipple while toying with its twin. He captured the swollen peak with his mouth and dallied there, teasing and sucking and tasting until the burst of warmth being created in Skye’s pelvis rose into a flame, making her push her hips down into the mattress and writhe, unable to lie still.

‘I want us both to enjoy this,piccolo mio,’ Enzo intoned when Skye sent him a winging glance of impatience. ‘It’s not likely to be over in five minutes.’

‘I didn’t say a word!’ she protested shakily.

But Skye was stubborn for all her diminutive size, Enzo reckoned. It shone out of her character. She was the woman who had taken on her vulnerable siblings in spite of the reality that that weight and size of responsibility had made her life much more difficult. She was the woman irritated with him for paying for all the food in the kitchen even while she was staying there with her little brother and sister. She was used to independence and hated relying on other people. Her hand ran down over his chest to skim a long, powerful thigh and his mind went momentarily blank.

He returned her hand concisely to the mattress. ‘Tonight, it’s my show.’

‘You’re a control freak.’

‘No, I know I’m on trial and I need a clear head,’ Enzo countered smooth as glass.

‘I did not say you were on trial.’

‘But we both know I am,’ he replied unanswerably.

As Skye compressed her lips, still struggling to control herself and her responses, Enzo kissed her again with passionate urgency and why it was so important to hold the line then escaped her. Enzo was very good at kissing, so good that before he could regroup and address his attention elsewhere, she grabbed him back to her, her own hunger for his mouth coming out of nowhere at her and startling her.

‘I’m doing okay,’ Enzo drawled thickly, all confidence and unshakeable control, as he kissed a haphazard trail down over her midriff.

‘Did I say that?’

‘In bed your body speaks for you,’ Enzo purred, entirely preoccupied by her smooth satiny soft skin and every tiny revealing twitch of her slender hips.

‘Enzo...’ she gasped on a long, broken sigh as he traced the heart of her with his fingers and his tongue.

Skye had never indulged in that particular pursuit before and her body’s fiery reaction took her very much by surprise. Enzo was discovering sensitivities even she had not known she possessed. When he ran the tip of his tongue along the line of her inner thigh, she almost spontaneously combusted at the surge of heat that began to warm her up from the inside out. Indeed, being in bed with Enzo, it was almost impossible for her to think with any clarity. She would start a thought and then he would do something that tore her every expectation up and shook her from head to toe.

He traced her, he stroked her, he explored her. And little tremors of response began to run through Skye like a river threatening to burst its banks and overflow. He had trapped her because she could no more have persuaded herself to get out of that bed than she could have stopped breathing. And it was a revelation to her that sex could feel so intense and so powerful that it suppressed every other response.

The clenching low in her pelvis led to an inner tightness like a knot low in her tummy and she couldn’t stay still then, she became insanely conscious of Enzo’s big hands clamped to her hips. She twisted and squirmed and suddenly that ball of heat inside her just mushroomed up out of her in an earth-shaking climax that left her quivering and in shock in the aftermath.

‘Did you like that?’ Enzo whispered.

And that fast, she wanted to slap him for his nerve. ‘It was okay,’ she told him unevenly.

Skye watched him don a condom, all of an unexpected quiver inside herself because she was wanting something she had learned not to want and it unnerved her. He slid over her, all male, hot and demanding and, for a moment, she simply tuned him out, refused to think, refused to feel.

Enzo claimed her lips in a long, drugging kiss. ‘There you are again,piccolo mio,’ he remarked, dark eyes gleaming gold, and she reddened, registering that he had noted her withdrawal.

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