Page 127 of Irreplaceable
CHAPTERTWENTY-NINE
We rushed across the sand, hands linked. With Enzo’s longer strides, it felt as if he were dragging me along, trying to hurry me up. I laughed into the night air, my hair whipping across my cheeks as the moon bathed the sand in pale light.
The short walk to the staircase on the cliff felt more like miles, the stolen glances and whispered words not nearly enough to satisfy my craving for him. I fumbled to remove my shoes as we rushed down the hall toward our bedroom. Enzo was behind me, his hands on my hips, his lips at my ear. If we didn’t get inside, if he didn’t get inside me soon, I was going to explode.
As soon as the door was closed, he backed me against it. I unbuttoned his shirt, eager to see his inked skin and chiseled muscles again. Eager to have nothing between us. I pushed the material aside, fanning my hands over his warm, smooth skin.
His eyes were dark, and I shivered from that look, from the promise in his gaze. A breeze blew through the open curtain. My nipples hardened and not from the sudden shift in temperature. As if sensing that, his eyes darted there, and he removed my dress with a flick of his fingers. One strap, then the other, and it pooled on the floor at my feet. He growled with satisfaction as he appraised me.
“Quanto sei bella.”
I smiled at his words, knowing he’d tell me I was beautiful regardless of whether I was dressed in a designer gown or nothing at all. But I wanted to see more of his breathtaking body too, explore it.
He trailed a finger over my shoulders, across my collarbone, down my sternum, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. I giggled, trying to shield myself as he moved along my panty line, the sensitive skin incredibly ticklish. The corner of his mouth tipped into a grin, and he traced the line again.
“Enzo.” I laughed, trying to cover myself. “You’re torturing me.”
“This?” He arched an eyebrow, looking devilishly handsome as he dipped his finger lower. “This is nothing.”
He knelt before me, and my hand automatically went to his head. My wedding ring sparkled from between his curls, and I held my other hand to my mouth, tears forming at the corners of my eyes. Was I dreaming? Because it certainly felt like it. I had a man who loved me—a man who was so incredibly sexy and caring. And we had a beautiful son together. It was everything I’d ever wanted.
“Those are happy tears, right?” he asked when he met my gaze.
“Yes.” I swiped them away. “Yes, Enzo.”
He slanted his mouth over mine, and the world settled back into place. Nothing had ever felt more right.
“Need to be inside you,” he rasped, my breasts brushing against him as he cupped me over my panties. They were wet, and I was aching for more.
“Yes. Please.” I fumbled with his belt, unbuckling it before pushing his pants aside. I needed him. “Now.”
He pushed my underwear aside, rubbing his head against my slick heat. He made a few passes, and when I didn’t think I could take it anymore, he pushed inside me, filling me, stretching me wide.
“Yes.” I dug my heels into his back, adjusting to the sensation, the connection. I gasped when he applied his thumb to my clit and started circling. “I mean, holy shit.”
He covered my mouth with his, swallowing my moans as he supported himself on the bed. We were wild and savage and needy and panting. Between his corded, tattooed forearms and the dark look in his eyes, I was done for. And when he whispered words of love and devotion in Italian, I detonated.
He leaned forward and picked me up, carrying me over to the outdoor lounge chair. All the while, he was still inside me—throbbing, pulsing, his body providing delicious friction for my clit. And then he started pounding into me once more, his muscles tense, jaw taut.
“Ti amo,” he grunted and slapped my butt, setting me off. “Ti amo.”
I cupped his cheek, scarcely able to speak as pleasure overwhelmed me. “Ti amo.”
He rested his forehead to mine, our eyes locked as I unraveled. And then he was coming, pumping fast and furious as he exploded inside me. Our bodies as connected as two people could be, our voices crying out to the universe.
He held me to him, his lips on my neck. His breath warm on my skin. “Grazie.”
I smiled. “Grazie.”
We sat there a moment, the cool breeze wafting over us, though it did nothing to cool my passion for this man. I didn’t think anything would.
I sighed. “I can’t believe we’ve already been here three days.”
“I know.” My muscles were loose, my smile lazy as the moon shined down on us.
“Thank you for this. I should’ve known when you said la luna that you meant Mizuki House.” I grinned.
I’d wanted to revisit Mizuki House, and our honeymoon was the perfect occasion to do so. Maybe one day we’d bring Aiden back with us, or our friends. But for now, I was happy it was just the two of us.