Page 84 of Irreplaceable
Enzo draggedhis hand through his hair as we exited the elevator on our floor, making it look perfectly disheveled. The man was hot. So hot I thought I might burst into a ball of flames from the sight of him.
“You okay?” he asked, letting me into the hotel suite.
He was almost hot enough to distract me from what had just happened. Almost.
“You already asked me that,” I said, mostly to avoid actually responding.
I still couldn’t believe that people wanted to photograph us, me. Enzo was right; I’d underestimated the paparazzi, at least until we’d pulled into the hotel. My heart was still racing from the incident, and I was glad to be up in his suite. Leaving them far behind—at least for now.
When Enzo took a few steps closer, my heart rate kicked up another notch. His bergamot scent was even more powerful than before, a heady blend of citrus and spice and something else I couldn’t quite identify. It had been tantalizing me all weekend.
He slid his hand down my shoulder, and I wasn’t sure if he’d intended the motion to be sensual, but it was. When he gazed at me, his eyes were dark, hooded. The air shifted, and he continued to look at me as if a man starved.
He lifted his hand, smoothing his fingers over my forehead and down the line of my jaw. I tried to calm my breathing as he gently explored, his touch sending a shiver racing down my spine. His stare was intense, his molten chocolate eyes fixated on mine.
There was a knock at the door, and my shoulders sagged. Enzo swore under his breath as he went to answer it. I could hear him thanking the bellhop for delivering our bags.
I turned toward the wall of windows, feeling restless. And though some of it had to do with the frenzy downstairs, a bigger part of it was due to this man. This…tension. God, the tension made me feel as if I was going to explode at any minute.
“Harper?” Enzo placed his hand on my shoulder, and I startled.
“I need…” I shifted from one foot to the other. “I need to do something.” I glanced around as if searching for inspiration. “Something.”
“Like what?”
“Yoga.” I nodded. “Yeah. I’m going to do some yoga.” It was part of my daily practice, and I’d skipped this morning.
“I’ll join you.”
“Oh. Um. Sure.”
I changed into some yoga pants and a sports bra in the bathroom before returning to the living room. Enzo had changed into athletic shorts and laid two yoga mats in front of the TV. His back was to me as he toggled through the TV options, the muscles of his back making my mouth water. I studied his tattoos but quickly redirected my gaze when he turned to me.
Enzo stared at my feet before slowly lifting his head, his eyes blazing a trail along my body. Most of the clothes I’d worn lately were blousy to hide my expanding stomach, but this was fitted. And my nipples hardened from his attention.
“Where’d these come from?” I asked, taking a seat on one of the yoga mats. It was as if they’d just appeared out of thin air.
“I had the staff deliver them. There’s guided yoga on the TV, or we can do our own.”
I was impressed. He’d done all that in the time I’d changed?
“Let’s do the guided one,” I said, trying not to stare at him as he took a seat on his mat. He navigated to one of the videos labeled “Challenging,” and I raised an eyebrow. “Challenging, huh? You sure you can handle that?”
He laughed. “I like a good challenge.”
“Yes. I’m coming to realize that.” I grinned and settled into the first position.
As we moved through the poses, I was impressed by his flexibility and balance. I didn’t know what I’d expected, but I found it difficult to stop watching him. The muscles of his abs and forearms, and…
“Uccellina,” he said, and I turned my gaze back to my mat.
“Yes?”
“You’re staring.”
I inhaled, moved to the next pose, and exhaled, my chin lifted. “I was merely admiring your form.”
He chuckled. “Is that all?”