Enzo (Jinx Tattoos 1)

“Is this because of her?” she whispered. He was dangling a golden carrot in front of her. She desperately wanted to take it and run, but not if it was for the wrong reason.

He shook his head. “No, she’s given me the courage to go for the things I want. If I was ever to have a family you were the mother and wife I envisioned. If I can do this ... I can do it properly.”

“This is crazy,” she whispered.

“We’re crazy, so that’s nothing new.”

She peered down at him. Everything inside her screamed yes! “I-I need some time to think about t-this.”

His face fell. He bowed his head and nodded, refusing to meet her gaze.

“It’s not for lack of want, Enzo. I want to be your wife, and this little one’s mother, but I don’t know if it’s the right thing to do. I need a minute.” She absently rubbed Aoife’s back. The baby had fallen into a milk induced coma and drifted off.

He glanced up. “What are you worried about?”

“What aren’t I worried about? We’d be going into this thing ass backward. What if no good could come of it? You know how Catholics look at divorce. If I can’t prove to them this union was invalid after we married, that’s it. I could never marry again, in the eyes of the church. You went from running away to wanting to walk down the aisle. If you’re hot and cold now, what happens once we both have rings on our fingers? I refuse to be made out to be a fool.” She walked over to the bassinet and gently laid the sleeping infant inside.

“I’d never do that to you—”

“You’d never mean to. Doesn’t mean it won’t happen.”

Enzo came up behind her. “Aibhlinn. You’ve always been the one person who believed in me. I’m asking you to do that for just a little longer.”

You’re asking me for so much more. Once I let down my guard and embrace this, that’s it for me. Why can’t you understand that? “A day, it’s all I’m asking, Enz. You dropped this all in my life and I’m drowning in what could happen and what should happen. I need to make up my own mind, you keen?” She turned and pleaded with her eyes. Her mother had married young and ended up going down a dark path she could never return from. At least she’d been head over heels in love with her Da. Could she say the same? And if I say no and walk away, what then?

“Okay. Aoife and I can do our thing for twenty-four hours.”

“Don’t be cross with me. It’s a big deal. You know how I feel about marriage and lying. It’s a tough spot for me to be in. Let me get my head around all these new developments and we’ll talk.”

He rested his forehead against hers. “I don’t want you to do anything you’re going to regret. That shit would kill me.”

“No matter what, I’ll always have your back. We don’t need to say vows in a church for that.”

“I do. I need it to show every motherfucker out there breathing who you belong to. I spent a lot of time running away from this. That’s over now, and it’s not just because of Aoife. I’ve been putting in hard work with the doc, and it’s opened my eyes in more ways than one.”

His words were everything she’d longed to hear. It was the tiny seed she’d planted and wished to fruition when he first agreed to go back to a head shrinker. But can I trust it? She placed a kiss on his lips. “Give me something to go with.”

“I can do that,” he murmured, ghosting his lips across hers. Winding his fingers in her head, he bit her bottom lip.

She whimpered and opened to him. His tongue demanded, dominated, and she gave in return, allowing him to take control. His mouth was the altar she worshipped at. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her hips into his. The bulge in his jeans sent a fresh gush of moisture onto her panties. She rocked her hips, moaning as the friction made her center throb. His kiss became possessive as he plundered her mouth, stripping her to her base emotions. Nothing more than a squirming, wet bundle of need, she rejoiced when he lifted her up. Winding her legs around his hips, she leaned back, peering into his intense gaze. She could see the lust, love, and future in his stormy stare. This was what I wanted. His admission of feelings and total commitment. So, why am I gun shy? Pushing the thought she couldn’t answer to the back of her head, she trailed her fingernails down his neck.

A growl vibrated in his chest. He strode into his room, slamming her back against the wall. “I’m going to fuck you until you know who you belong with.” He ground against her, and she cried out. Pulling away from the wall, he tossed her onto the bed, following her down as he all but ripped off her clothing. His came next, leaving his magnificent frame bare. The tattoos that adorned his body moved with the flex and release of his muscles. His lips suctioned her neck, and she arched against him.

The painful sucking bruised her flesh. He’s marking me. “Enzo.”

He stroked his hard length, clutching the thick head. Swollen and purple, it dripped a pearly drop that made he

r mouth water.

“All I want to hear is my name and the word yes,” he said.

His husky voice sent goose bumps over her skin. “Yes,” she whispered.

“That’s a good girl.” He wrapped his hand around her neck, holding her into place, and nudged her entrance with the tip of his cock. “So fucking wet and ready for me. Your pussy knows who it belongs to.” He eased in.

She cried out as her body stretched to accommodate him. The pleasurable pain. The phrase hurt so good fluttered in her head. He stilled, and she whimpered. “Enzo.”

“Tell me whose pussy is this, Ave?”