Page 86 of Irreplaceable

“A man like me—what?”

“I don’t know. Never mind.”

He frowned. “You assumed I was a player, right? Because of my job.”

“Well—” I tried to duck my head, but he wouldn’t let me, his grip on my chin gentle. “That and because you’re hot.”

“Mm.” He grinned then leaned forward to kiss me. “So are you.”

The kiss turned passionate, our hands and lips everywhere. It wasn’t enough.

“I promise I’ll take my time with you later,” he said, standing. “But this first time, I need to fuck you.” He removed his shorts before kicking them aside.

“The first time?” I smirked, in awe of his body. It was a work of art. Power and agility. Now that I knew he was a pro athlete—the healthy eating, the physique—it all made sense. “Someone’s awfully cocky.”

He grabbed my ankles, and I yelped in surprise as he yanked me toward the edge of the mat. “The only words I want to hear from your lips are ‘yes’ and ‘more.’”

My core heated at his command, but I couldn’t help but bait him. “What about ‘harder’?”

“That’s also acceptable.” His expression was so stern as he lined himself up at my entrance, I nearly laughed.

But then he pushed inside me, filling me, and I was speechless. After all this time, it felt so amazing to reconnect. To know that what we’d shared wasn’t a fluke or a fantasy, it was real. We were real.

He closed his eyes and let out the most satisfied, contented sigh I’d ever heard.

“That was fast,” I teased.

His eyes flashed to mine. “What did I tell you?” The words were growled, and my core quivered with delight and anticipation.

He gently pinched my clit, moving his fingers up and down, and I saw stars. “Oh god. Oh fuck.” I panted. “Why do I like that so much?”

I swallowed hard, watching his face. Wanting to see him come. But then he flicked my nipples with his tongue, and I was done for. I couldn’t see or feel anything beyond where we were connected. And it was the most amazing sensation, like floating or flying or falling. I wasn’t quite sure, but I liked it.

He bent forward, resting his forehead to mine. Both of us panting. I cupped his cheek and kissed him and kissed him.

We were still connected, and I could feel him throbbing within me. Our souls and our bodies as connected as two people could be. It was intimate and sexy, but it wasn’t nearly enough.

Perhaps sensing my impatience, he pulled out. “On your knees.”

I did as he asked, though my legs felt like jelly. And it was only when I was on my knees with my back to him that he gave my ass a hard slap. I winced from the shock of it, and then he smoothed his palm over my skin, the burn giving way to a dull ache as excitement and adrenaline flooded me, pumping through my core despite having just come.

He reached around me, spreading me wide so he could spear me with his cock. And then, as he grunted and thrust, he rubbed my clit until I came so hard I could barely remain upright. It felt so good. So, so good.

And I liked the two sides of Enzo, both as a lover and a man. He could be gentle and reverent, as well as rough and demanding. A moment later, he followed me over the edge, crying out as he pumped into me. And then finally, we collapsed to the floor, sweaty and sated.

“Che bene.”

I laughed, still trying to catch my breath. “Just good, huh?”

He gave my ass a playful swat, pulling me to him. And then he surprised me by holding me tight, breathing me in. “Grazie, uccellina. That was the most fun ‘yoga’ I’ve ever done.”

I laughed both at his reference to our “yoga” and at the reminder of our first time together, when I’d thanked him for sex. But it seemed like he was thanking me for a hell of a lot more than just the orgasm. As we lay there, it felt as if I was right where I was meant to be. And while I didn’t typically believe in signs, I was beginning to believe in us.