Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 79349 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79349 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
“You’re safe with me,” he whispers. “You could strip naked, and I wouldn’t do anything you don’t want.”
Not knowing how else to ask the embarrassing question, I mumble, “What if I can never do it?”
“Then I’ll improvise.”
My eyebrows draw together. “How?”
“I’ll just jerk off.”
My face goes up in flames, and I roll onto my back as an awkward chuckle escapes me.
My phone begins to ring, and I pull my hand out of Enzo’s before digging the device out of my pocket. When I see it is my landlord, I groan.
“What?” Enzo asks.
“Nothing.” I accept the call and say, “Hi, Mrs. Lettner.”
“Hi, Jenna. Your payment is late.”
Shoot! I forgot about it. With me leaving the gas station, Mr. Cahoon obviously stopped my salary, and my bank account is empty.
“I’m so sorry.” I glance around the bedroom as I begin to move off the bed, as if an answer would magically appear to me. “I’ll make a plan and get the money to you. Can you give me a day or so?”
“No. You know the rules. You don’t pay, you’re out.”
Suddenly, Enzo takes my phone from my hand, and I watch with wide eyes as he asks Mrs. Lettner, “What is this about?” He listens for a few seconds, then mutters, “That’s fine. We’ll have Jenna’s belongings out of the house tomorrow night.”
He ends the call, then drops the device between us.
“What?” I gasp. “You…What?...I…”
Enzo’s hand darts up, and before I can even think to flinch, he grips me by the back of my neck, and I’m hauled forward. I fall against his chest as his intense gaze bores into mine.
“You are my responsibility. I will not say it again. I take care of all your needs, and that dump you used to call home isn’t one of them. We’ll stop by the place on the way to the lakehouse and get everything you want to keep.”
My hands are pressed to his chest, and the heat from his body seeps through our clothes until it warms me.
I forget what we’re talking about as my eyes lower to his mouth. Remembering our kiss from earlier, I get lost in the memory.
It was perfect and felt incredible.
I want to do it again.
Enzo’s hand leaves my neck, and as I push myself higher, he leans his head down, and we meet in the middle.
Chapter 22
JENNA
Enzo nips at my lips, once…twice…, then his hand cups the back of my head, and his tongue sweeps into my mouth.
Just like earlier, there's an explosion of colorful fireworks, and the sensations are so overwhelming, I whimper.
He answers with a groan that rumbles deep from his chest, and I feel it beneath my palms.
Enzo wraps his other arm around my back, and I’m squashed to him while he devours me in a way that makes me feel like I’m all that matters to him.
I move my hands up to cup his jaw, and when I try to pull myself higher, my body rubs against his.
Enzo instantly breaks the kiss, and extracting himself from beneath me, he shoots off the bed and walks to the other side of the room.
Dazed, I push up on my hands and knees, and when he looks at me, he hisses, “Foda-se!”
Confused, I watch as he stalks out of the bedroom, and I slump to my butt, staring at the doorway and wondering what I did wrong.
I wait a minute or so, and when he doesn’t return, I grab my phone and scoot off the bed. While I tuck the device into my pocket, I shove my feet into my sneakers.
Walking to the doorway, I stop to peek into the living room, and seeing him sitting in the living room with his elbows resting on his thighs and his hands covering his face, I begin to worry that I triggered him in some way.
“Are you okay?” I ask, my tone tense.
He pulls his hands away, and looking at me, he nods. “I’m fine.”
I walk a little closer, wrapping my arms around myself and feeling very insecure. I don’t know what to do, and duck my head low.
“Come here,” he murmurs.
I shake my head and whisper, “I’m sorry for whatever I did wrong. I’m not good at…kissing and those kinds of things.”
“You did nothing wrong, meu anjinho.” I hear him get up and the sound of his footsteps as he comes closer to me. He pulls me into a tight embrace and presses a kiss to the top of my head, then says, “I had to stop things because it was turning me on too much.”
Realizing Enzo left the room for my sake only makes me trust him more.
I pull my arms free from between us and place them around his waist. “Thank you for showing me I can trust you.”
“You’re welcome, meu amor.”
I’m quiet for a little while, then I say, “You need to teach me what all the words mean.”