Page 116 of Ruined By Blood
"Maybe a little," I admit, finding my voice at last. "In a good way."
He kisses my temple before sitting up. I roll onto my back to watch him as he moves around the bedroom. His naked body is a work of art.
He grabs his boxer briefs from the floor and pulls them on, then reaches for his jeans.
"Where are you going?" I ask, trying not to sound disappointed.
"Nowhere far," he says, zipping up his jeans. He leaves them unbuttoned at the top as he searches for his t-shirt. "Just thought I'd grab us some food. We've worked up an appetite."
I stretch languidly on the bed, not bothering to cover myself. I love the way his eyes darken as they roam over my naked body.
"Food sounds amazing," I say. "Then we can keep this going?" I bite my lip, suddenly feeling shy despite everything we've just done.
Enzo finds his shirt and pulls it over his head. He climbs back onto the bed, leaning over me with his hands planted on either side of my head.
"Oh, we're definitely not done," he growls. "I plan on fucking you until neither of us can walk straight."
Heat floods my core again at his words. He lowers his head and captures my lips in a searing kiss that leaves me breathless.
"What do you want to eat?" he asks when he pulls away.
I think for a moment. "Surprise me. But don't forget to bring some tiramisu too."
He raises an eyebrow. "Tiramisu? Getting specific with your demands now, piccola?"
I laugh, reaching up to run my fingers through his hair. "What can I say? I have a craving for something sweet."
"I'll see what Ettore can do." He kisses me once more before standing. "Don't move from this bed. I want you exactly like this when I get back."
"Yes, sir," I tease, giving him a mock salute.
Enzo's eyes darken again. "Be careful with that mouth, Sienna. Or I might have to find another use for it when I return."
The promise in his voice sends another shiver down my spine. He smirks, knowing exactly what effect he has on me, then turns and heads for the door.
"Don't be long," I call after him.
He pauses at the doorway, looking back at me sprawled naked across his bed. "I wouldn't dream of it."
Iwake to the weight of someone's gaze on me. Opening my eyes, I find Sienna's blue ones staring down at me, her head propped on one hand while the other traces invisible patterns on my chest. Themorning light filtering through the curtains catches in her hair, turning it to liquid gold.
"Morning," she whispers, a small smile playing on her lips.
I reach up, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "You watching me sleep, piccola?"
"Maybe." The smile grows wider. "I want to see my mother today."
The request is simple but loaded with meaning. After years of separation and the trauma of yesterday, I understand her need to reconnect with Charlotte. I can't help but laugh at her directness.
"What's so funny?" she asks, brow furrowing.
"Nothing." I pull her down for a quick kiss. "We'll do whatever you want today. Your mother is probably eager to see you too."
Relief washes over her features. "Thank you."
I sit up, stretching muscles still sore from yesterday's confrontation. "Let's get breakfast first. Then we'll head over."
We dress in comfortable silence, stealing glances at each other like teenagers. I catch myself watching her brush her hair, transfixed by the simple, normal act.
