CHAPTER 7

CHAPTER 7

My left arm goes automatically around Enzo the minute he lies on the bed next to me and he sucks in a deep breath. 

My hand moves on its own accord, fingertips brushing along the contours and the ridges of his well-sculpted chest, and I can feel the vibrant power emanating from the muscles beneath it. 

I pause my movement for a second to feel the throb of his heart and its beating furiously, at an insane speed. 

I slowly run my fingers down to his abbs and when I try to get into his pants he quickly holds my hand captive with a single hand and he brings it to rest on his chest. 

I try to pry from his tight grip but I end up wincing in pain.

Dude is strong as fuck.

I give up and I decide to use my tongue instead, he wi