The door shuts, and Enzo is on me instantly.
His hand grips my waist, pulling me into him hard enough that I feel it, and feel him pressed against me in a way that steals my breath before I can stop it.
His mouth crashes into mine roughly.
I gasp into it, and he takes that immediately, deepening the kiss, pulling me closer.
My fingers twist into his shirt, dragging him closer, giving it back just as much, just as desperate.
He groans low against my mouth, the sound rough, and unfiltered.
“f**k—”
My back hits the table—and then he lifts me up onto it.
I barely have time to catch my breath before he’s stepping in between my legs, pulling me forward until there’s no space left between us.
Until I can feel exactly how hard he is.
My breath stutters.
“Enzo—”
His hands tighten at my
