Page 18 of Second in Command
“Why was he here?”
I sigh, “He was just here to be an asshole apparently. Nothing more than male hormones.”
I disappear into the back, expecting Enzo to follow and he did.
“Did he say something to you?” he asks, as I grab my materials from the cupboards. “Francesca, tell me right now.”
His hands snake around my chin, grabbing them so that I could look at him.
Fuck.
Instead of answering, I got up on my tiptoes and pressed my lips against his. It’s as if he was waiting on it. He wasted no time lifting me by the back of my thighs and placing me on the counter. Need courses through my veins as he wraps his hand around my neck, squeezing gently. I moan in response, and Enzo bites my lips, tugging on them.
My fingers move on their own accord, slipping underneath his shirt, and he breathes in deeply as I touch his naked, chiseled abs. He pulls away, placing a hand on mine, but I’m defiant. I dig my nails into his skin, and his eyes darken.
“What’re you running from?” I whisper, our faces inches apart.
“I’m not running for me . . . I’m running from you. You aren’t prepared for any of this.”
I smirk, shaking my head, “You won’t know unless I try.”
I dip my hands from his abdomen, onto his crotch and his eyes widen.
“Francesca,” he groans.
“Shh, Enzo . . . you don’t know how bad I’ve wanted you.
“We can’t do this here . . .”
He’s right.
“Where’s your car parked?”
“Again?”
He breaks from my hold, and I pout. I throw my head back, letting out a loud noise before climbing off the counter.
“Are you trying to kill me?”
“Never,” I grin.
He runs a hand through his hair, which was no longer neat, and lets out a deep breath, obviously trying to calm himself.
“What’re you doing after work?” he asks, and I tap my lips.
“I don’t have any plans.”
“I’d like to take you somewhere.”
“On a second date?”
“Funny,” he says, but he wasn’t smiling.
“Okay, but I’d have to run home to get changed.”
“That’s not necessary. You look fucking stunning, just the way you are.”
“Enzo,” I groan, “I’ll be covered in flour.”
