Page 72 of Come Take Me Now

“Mm, I have an idea for tonight and figured I should make it up to you for being a dick last night.”

She sets her glass on the table with a clink. “You were, but I felt shitty for interrupting your work,” she says.

“Don’t. I like that you’re comfortable enough to drop by.”

Her eyes sparkle. “Good, I’ll keep doing it then. But now I’m curious. What’s your idea?”

“I don’t know how to be subtle about this. How adventurous are you?” I pause, realizing I might need to clarify. She’d be down for hiking, rock climbing, or fucking paintball if it came up. “In bed?”

She sits back in her dining room chair. “Enzo, what? What are you up to?”

I raise my eyebrows. “I guess you’ll have to come find out.” I clear our plates and load them into the dishwasher as Tilly stands with her wineglass.

“Can I bring this with me?” she asks, topping off her glass with the last of the bottle.

“Sure, gonna need you loosened up.”

Her jaw drops slightly, and her lips curve into a smile, pressing together. “I feel like I should be scared.”

“You’ll like it,” I state.

Because I know she will. And we’re both going to come hard tonight.

She takes a big sip and turns for the stairs, her fingers supporting her drink as she takes them one at a time. My hand glides over the railing, still broken from that one night. I may never fix it because it’s a reminder of how she wrecked me this summer just as much as I wrecked her.

As she walks into my room, she moves over to her side and sets the wine glass on her nightstand. She turns to face me, bringing a finger to her lips. “How do you want me?”

Standing at the foot of the bed, I cross my arms over my chest. “Completely naked.”

“Oh, boy,” she laughs, a flush coloring her cheeks.

She crosses her arms over her chest to grip the bottom hem of her shirt and drags it over her head. She’s wearing a bra for once, and I wish she hadn’t. I like when I can see her nipples outlined through her shirt, but I stay quiet, continuing to watch her strip herself for me. My breath catches as she reaches behind her back to unhook her bra, and she drops it to the floor to accompany her shirt.

She hasn’t had to strip herself since the first time we had sex.

“Keep going,” I whisper.

She sighs. “You’ve gotta give me something,” she challenges, toying with the drawstrings of her shorts.

“You’re going to get a lot. Keep going.”

“Ugh. The anticipation!” she teases. Her fingers slip under the waistband, and she shoves the shorts down enough off her hips that they fall to the floor. And like a good Tilly, she’s bare underneath. I step closer to her, and her eyes shift upward to meet mine. I run my fingertips along the side of her neck and clasp my hand around it, brushing my thumb along her soft jawline. Not squeezing—just caressing her neck. I lean down and kiss her. One hand finds my side above my hip, the other trails down to my groin.

“One thing at a time,” I say. I move my hand from her neck and place it on her back, holding her.

“I’m always naked when you’re still dressed,” she complains, toying with the hemline of my tee.

“Because things escalate too fast when I’m undressed.” She stares up at me with that pouty look. “Fine.” I pull my T-shirt over my head and toss it on the floor by her clothes, leaving me in my jeans.

She grazes her fingertips over my tattooed chest and abs. “I love this. All of it. You’re going to tell me what these mean someday.” Her hand trails down the side of my ribs where I have Valenti in big, Old English script tattooed vertically. “This one I can guess, but the rest… I have questions.”

I stop her hands from trailing any lower, and she runs them up my forearms. “Just how wet is that pussy?” I ask.

“I’ve been wet since I got here,” she answers.

“Is that so?” I tuck my index finger under her chin, tipping her face up so I can press a kiss to her lips. “I got you something.” I step around her and reach for the drawer in her nightstand.

“I’m intrigued.” I open my palm to reveal the metal butt plug, and her eyes immediately widen. It’s a beginner-size, pointed at the tip, with a flared base. “I’ve never…”