Speak Low (Speak Easy 2)

Oh my God. Yes, yes, yes…

Pressure built inside me, the powerful need for release a gathering storm at my center, and I wanted to widen my knees even farther to take him deeper. My blood roared, my skin hummed, and every muscle in my body began to tighten.

“Yes,” I said, my voice soft and pleading. “Don’t stop. Oh God, Enzo—yes, like that. Don’t stop…”

He cursed again, and I could feel him start to throb inside me. He dug his fingers into my skin and held me tight to him as he came, and the sight of his gorgeous face and the pulse of his powerful orgasm and even the knowledge that we could be seen through the windows sent me flying over the edge of my own pleasure. I closed my eyes, dropped my head back, and let the waves crash through me.

Breathing hard, I stared at the ceiling of the car as stars swam in front of my eyes. Enzo touched my throat, trailing five fingers down to my chest. “I want you,” he growled.

I laughed lazily, picking my head up. “Again? Already?”

He didn’t smile. “I want you for myself.” His palm flattened over one breast and he squeezed it before sliding his hand to the small of my back. “I don’t want anyone else to have what I have.”

My body was still tingling, but his words abraded the lingering hum a little. I wasn’t interested in being anyone’s possession.

And Enzo had no room to talk.

“You’re the one with the fiancée, not me.”

“I told you last night—that’s a business arrangement.”

“I remember.” Irritated at the thought of the squeaking little chippie he was engaged to marry, I tried to get off his lap, but he held me there. His flesh was still relatively hard inside me, but I was no longer in the mood.

“Jealous?”

“No.” But my cheeks were burning. “I just don’t like being reminded of your goddamn girlfriend while I’m sitting on your lap.”

“That’s more than just my lap you’re on, isn’t it?”

“Stop it. You know what I mean. Here you are talking about not wanting others to have me, but I don’t even know when we can see each other, between my father and your fiancée, and—”

“Your father won’t be a problem. He’ll be so busy with his new business venture, he won’t even notice you’re gone.”

“New business venture…you mean the new building?”

“And the gambling. I set that up, you know.”

I blinked in surprise. “Your father let you do that?”

“I’m a grown man, Tiny. My father doesn’t control me.” Anger edged its way underneath his words.

“Sorry, but I thought it was Angel who’d made the deal with my father today. He never said anything about you.”

“Well, I was there,” he said, irritated. “It was my idea to move Jack to a new building, let him run a few games, and let Raymond take over the bootlegging from Canada on his own.”

At the mention of his brother, I froze. “Raymond was there?”

Enzo smiled. “No, he’s still recovering from the wrath of Tiny O’Mara.”

In my mind I relived the adrenaline-and-terror-fueled blow to his head. I felt no guilt, but I did fear further violence. “Is he going to come after me again?”

“If he does, he’ll have me to answer to.”

“But he’s your brother.”

“I don’t fucking care who he is—anyone touches you, anyone even looks at you in a way I don’t like, I’ll kill him.”

Unease slithered up my body, wrapping itself around my chest like a boa constrictor. I tried to shake it off and speak lightly. “So it’s OK for you to have a fiancée, but no one can even look my way?”