Page 28 of The Maid Married To The Billionaire

‘When I tried to tell you that, you wouldn’t listen.’

‘I’m stubborn and I thought I was doing what Ishoulddo. Now I know that’s not important compared to what I feel,’ she told him almost frantically. ‘I just want you—’

‘And you already know how much I want you,piccolo mio,’ Enzo groaned, leaning down to her, claiming her parted lips in a passionate assault that sent the very blood rushing through her veins in ecstasy.

He lifted her up against him with gentle hands and her body turned fluid with longing as though he had pressed a button that only he knew how to access. Long fingers trailed up her thigh beneath the skirt of her dress and the ache at the heart of her felt like spontaneous combustion, burning her up from the inside out. Never in her life had she imagined that a man could make her feel like that, but Enzo was teaching her new lessons. Unzipped, her dress fell round her shoulders and he settled her on the side of the bed while he took it off, lifting her up at one point, and every action was so smooth it made her laugh.

‘You really are such a womaniser, Enzo.’

‘That’s not what I want to hear from you.’

‘Sorry, I—’

‘No, what you think of me isn’t crucial, but while I don’t deny that there have been a lot of women, I never lied to any of them or cheated on them. I do have standards,’ he proclaimed somewhat defensively.

Meeting those unguarded dark eyes of his, Skye registered in shock that she had hurt him and she paled, shaken that she could have been so tactless, so certain he would be more flattered than offended to be labelled as the paparazzi had categorised him. ‘I know you have,’ she said softly, hoping to redeem herself.

‘Particularly where you’re concerned, because if you’re about to wake up tomorrow morning and tell me to go cold turkey again, I don’t want to do this,’ he told her bluntly.

‘I promise you I won’t do that,’ Skye declared unevenly, shaken by that challenge, which she had not been prepared to meet. Yet there was some justification on his part for that cold-turkey comment. She had encouraged him, wanted him, become intimate with him and then slammed the door on their relationship. Of course, Enzo didn’t want a relationship, did he? Earlier that day he had reminded her that they were in companion territory, as he had called it then, only that was about to changeagain. Maybe right now his head was spinning a little, as hers was.

‘Stop overthinking this, stop worrying,’ Enzo urged, crouching down at her feet to flip off her shoes and then the stay-up lace-edged dark stockings that he lingered over with unhidden male appreciation. ‘You are such a worrier.’

‘How do you know that about me?’

‘By watching you. Brodie goes out on his trike round the garden and you hover by the back door like a mother hen even though there’s nothing out there that could hurt him. Shona crawls into the hall and you follow her.’

‘Possibly I worry too much about keeping them safe.’

‘You had good cause but I will not harm you...ever,’ Enzo swore, ripping off his jacket and embarking on his shirt.

Skye slid off the bed in her lingerie and covered his impatient hands with her own to take over the buttons with a confidence she had never felt in male company before. ‘I know that,’ she said truthfully, parting the edges of his shirt to splay her fingers across his warm, hard pectoral muscles, heat spearing up inside her, magnifying every sensation. ‘I want you so much.’

Oh, no, I didn’t say that out loud, she assured herself, but the sudden brilliance of Enzo’s dark golden scrutiny warned her that shehad.

‘Feels like months since we were together.’

‘It’s only been days.’ She sighed. ‘You’re all drama, Enzo.’

‘And you’renot? Banging about the kitchen just because you want me? Treating me like the invisible man?’

Skye reddened at that telling comeback as he tipped her back on the bed, spreading her slender limbs out, narrowed dark eyes glittering with a predator’s hunger while he took in her petite curves, cupped in plain white deeply unsexy cotton. ‘I love your body,’ he confided in a roughened undertone as he removed the rest of his clothing, flung an intimidating handful of condoms on the bedside cabinet and got on the bed to join her.

‘Us...we don’t make sense.’

‘We don’t need to make sense,’ Enzo told her robustly, strong jawline hard with resolve. ‘And I amnota rebound fling, stupid or otherwise. I refuse to be a rebound following such a drastic embarrassment as Ritchie the stalker.’

Unexpectedly, Skye found herself grinning, lifting wondering fingers to trace the full line of his soft full lower lip, the pads on her fingers softly tracing through the black shadow of stubble surrounding his sculpted mouth. ‘Is that so?’

‘I have much more experience than you. You were too naïve to make a major choice like moving in with your first lover.’

‘Agreed. Happy now?’ Skye asked.

‘Won’t be happy until I wake up tomorrow and you’re still in my arms.’

He detached the light bra, let his lips tease a pink nipple while his fingers moulded her straining flesh and her whole body went haywire with instant response, the tug of his mouth awakening a tightening sensation in her pelvis. Her hips squirmed as his hands ran over her, smoothing, awakening, sending taut little trickles of arousal travelling along her sensitised skin. Fingers sinking into his tousled black hair, she tugged him up to kiss her. And excitement thrummed through her like bolts of white lightning and made her sizzle from head to toe.

‘Slow down,’ Enzo urged.

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