Enzo (Jinx Tattoos Book 1) (8 page)

Things had shifted between them. Burying their heads in the sand was no longer an option.

s he made the drive to Aibhlinn’s apartment, one thought echoed in his skull.
I have no idea what I’m doing.
He gripped the steering wheel hard enough to crack it, and his knuckles ached in protest. He took a deep breath.
I can’t screw this up.
She looked at him with those damn blue-green eyes that reminded him of the ocean, and he’d caved. She never asked for much. His best friend put her heart on the chopping board and waited for him to respond. He had to step up and meet her halfway. Everything he wanted dangled in the balance. He tugged at his collar and squirmed in his seat, feeling uncomfortable in his own skin. He was breaking his rules.
I set these guidelines up for a reason. Why the hell am I going against them? It’s been working just fine.
Even as he thought it, he knew he was lying. He ignored the screaming voice in his head. She’d made it clear. They tried this, or she would back off. He wasn’t sure if he could handle that. His stomach bubbled like a pot of boiling water.

Aibhlinn was his sunshine. The goodness rewarded to balance out all the evil he’d seen and been a part of in life. Without her, he would be lost to the darkness completely. His heart pounded in his chest. He felt like a teenage boy on his first date.
It’s just Ave.
There’s no need to freak out.
Logic failed him as he pulled into a parking space outside of her building. Cutting the engine, he took a deep breath. There was no backing out at this point. Sink or swim, things were changing between them. He glanced up at the star-studded sky and closed his eyes.
God, if you’re out there, help me out. I don’t deserve any of your grace, but that woman up there waiting for me does. She loves you with all her heart, and she deserves more than my shriveled heart is capable of giving.
He’d never been religious growing up. His mom had barely managed to get him to school every day, let alone instill religious beliefs. By the time he got to the Jordans’ home, his heart was hardened, and his trust was broken.

Then Aibhlinn had come and showed him by example what religion did for people. He saw how those who believed acted. She was kind, forgiving, and gracious. He thought at first, it was an act, but as time went by, he realized it was much more. She’d dragged him to mass on a few occasions. There truly wasn’t much he wouldn’t do to make her happy. Stepping from the car, he made his way inside her building. He had a set of keys, but it felt important to seek permission to enter right now. He tapped on the door, and it opened almost immediately.

“You came,” she said breathlessly.

“I’ll never leave you hanging, babe,” he whispered, smoothing down her hair and tucking a few strands behind her ear.

“Come in,” she said in a husky voice that made his dick twitch. She was perfection in the slinky black dress and heels she wore to the gallery. The scent of something light and floral teased his sense of smell. Her hair tumbled around her face in fat curls his fingers itched to touch. He stepped inside and the door shut, leaving their old relationship on the other side. This was uncharted territory. Unsure what to do, he shoved his hands into his pocket.

“Are you getting shy on me, a mhuirnín?” Aibhlinn asked.

He snickered. “Not sure how to proceed. This isn’t my area, darling. You’ll have to speak plainly about what you want.”

“You sure you’re ready for this? We can’t go back, you know?”

“Babe, we passed that road a long time ago. That line in the sand got obliterated when you came with my name on your lips and put your hand down my pants.”

A wicked smile spread over her face. “There’s plenty of things I want you to do. I’ve been dreaming about this for a long time.”

Her accent was thicker, and her eyes were darker. His cock strained against his jeans. He was mesmerized by the woman in front of him. For the first time, he didn’t feel guilty about seeing her as someone he desired. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Aibhlinn. I don’t even feel fit to touch you. You’re too pure. I’ve got so much dirt on my hands.”

Aibhlinn walked over and placed her hands on his chest. “You’re not a mobster, and we both know the things my family are still involved in. None of us is spotless. I don’t care about your past, Enzo. I’ve never seen that. I only see you and the way you make me feel.”

“How do I make you feel?” he whispered.

“When it’s just you and me, I feel like the luckiest girl in the world because you make me feel like I’m the only woman you see.”

“You are for me,” he murmured, wrapping his arms around her waist.

“I want you to show me, Enzo. No holds barred, no worries about tomorrow. I want you to make me feel how much I mean to you. I’ve spent so long thinking about this moment.” Her voice shook, and she took a shaky breath.

Seeing this effect on her, made him feel ten feet tall. Gripping her jaw with his hand, he held her in place as he thoroughly kissed her mouth, exploring every nook and cranny.

She was a fine whiskey full of hints of heat, spice, and notes of things he couldn’t put his finger on. Her tongue touched his, and his nerves caught fire. He moaned into her mouth, tilting his head as he devoured her. He could never get enough of this woman…once forbidden to him. His other hand came up and wound in her curls; the silken strands wrapped around his fingers. They surfaced for air.

“You’re so gorgeous, Ave,” he said, studying her flushed cheeks, kiss-swollen lips, and mussed hair. He wanted to see her wild, undone, and moving on his cock. The thought of her naked had his tip leaking pre-come. The episode outside the gallery was just an appetizer. He would need all night to be anywhere near satisfied when it came to her. “I want this to be slow, but I don’t think I can. Waited too long. Denied myself too much,” he whispered. His voice cracked, and heat rushed to his face. He’d been reduced to acting like a boy who just found out he could make himself come.

“I don’t want it slow,” she said.

His eyes went wide. He hadn’t expected this.

Rising up on her tiptoes, she brushed his ear with her lips.

He shuddered at the feel of her warm breath.

“I want it fast.” She flicked the shell of his ear with her tongue. “Hard,” she bit his earlobe, “and dirty. We can do slow later.”

He gripped her hips hard. “You sure that’s what you want, little girl? Because once I start, I’m not stopping.”

“I’d kill you if you did.”

He lifted her body, and she wound her legs around his waist. She felt good wrapped around him. When he gripped her ass, squeezing her cheeks, she groaned. He gave her a slap on the ass, and she purred. “Like that?”

“Mmm-hmm,” she hummed.

He grinned. This was a side of Aibhlinn he’d never seen. He carried them swiftly down the hall and into her master bedroom. After tossing her on the bed, he took her in. She was a present waiting to be unwrapped, and he wasn’t sure where to begin opening the pretty packaging. He crawled up the bed, placing his arms on either side of her head. The intensity between them made the air feel heavy. “Are you sure, Aibhlinn?” he asked, giving her one more chance to back out.

“Are you worried about my virtue, Enzo?” she asked, arching her eyebrow. “Don’t worry, I’m willing to risk a little fire for you.”

“Oh, yeah?” Her words warmed him. She took her religion seriously. The tone was playful, but the meaning behind them wasn’t.

“Most definitely, so you’d better make it worth my while.”

Her teasing tone wrangled the nerves. This was his Aibhlinn. Leaning down, he traced her plump lips with his tongue. “You doubt me?” He bit her bottom lip, hard. When she cried out, he slipped his tongue into her mouth and pushed her skirt up around her waist. Her pale skin was perfection against the black lacy underwear that showed glimpses of red curls. “Remember you asked for it like this.”

Her breath shook. He hooked his thumbs into the sides of her panties and yanked them down. Neatly trimmed red curls covered her weeping sex. The aroma of arousal that was solely Aibhlinn hit him like an aphrodisiac. He parted the lips with his thumbs. “You’ve got such a pretty little pink pussy, baby. I can’t wait to taste it.”

Propped up on her elbows she glanced down at him with electric green-blue eyes. Her tongue darted out, and she licked her lips.

The sensual gesture had his dick rock hard. “Keep your eyes on me, baby,” he said, bending down to sample her. Her sweetness danced along his taste buds. He trailed her slit and flicked her swollen clit. Her hips bucked, and he pressed his hand down on her stomach. “You stay right there until I’m done.”

She groaned.

“Funny, I don’t hear that Irish tongue wagging.”

Just as she opened her mouth to reply, he speared his tongue inside of her. She bucked, and he fucked her with his tongue.

A pink blush covered her neck and cheeks. “Enzo,” she moaned with a helpless tone.

He slipped a finger inside. “Damn right, I’m the one making you feel this.” He flicked his tongue and plunged in and out, marveling at her tightness. Whimpers spilled from her lips as she thrashed her head from side to side. He was watching her come undone, and it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. He slid in another finger, stretching her out. “Let me hear you, Aibhlinn. Don’t you hold shit back.” He lashed at her bundle of nerves.

“Ack, right there, En, right there. Yes.”

Her walls flexed around his finger. He added a second digit and sucked her clit into his mouth.

“Oh Lord. I’m coming.” Her body shook, and her walls clamped down. He continued to thrust in and out, as she came down. Pulling his fingers out, he kissed the inside of her thighs. Her eyes were glazed over, and her body was limp. His dick threatened to bust out of his pants. He moved from the bed shedding his clothes. This barely whet his appetite. Reaching inside his pants, he pulled out his wallet and removed a condom. After ripping the silver packet open with his teeth, he slid the covering down his swollen cock. The snug fit made him moan. She had him on the edge. He gritted his teeth, determined not to come until she found her pleasure first.

Enzo helped her out of her dress and bra, then groaned when her high, firm breasts were freed. “Such a hot little thing, so ready for my cock. Lay back and spread your legs wide, and let me inside,” he urged.

She did as he asked, watching him with blazing jewels for eyes.

He knelt between her legs, rubbing his dick between her slick lips. His head tapped her sensitive clit with every thrust.

She moaned, rocking her hips in time with his rhythm.

“You ready for me?”

She nodded.

Entwining their fingers, he thrust hard, burying himself to the hilt. She cried out, coming off the bed, and he went still. She gripped him like a glove.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so hot. I can’t wait to see my dick moving in and out of that pussy.” Her tense muscles relaxed, and he pulled out and pushed back in slowly, fighting the urge to fuck her into the mattress. Not yet. He had to give her time to adjust first. Leaning forward, he captured her nipple, sucking and nipping.

She wrapped her legs around him, taking him deeper inside of her body.

He pulled out and drove deep. Their flesh slapped together. The sight of her body accepting him made him growl. “Look down. See how well we fit together, Ave?”

She moaned.