Desire Me

10- A Wicker Basket

Grinning, I stare at myself in the mirror. My cheeks are still flushed with exertion from Enzo's amazing loving and I don't know what to do with myself.

With Ben, the sex was fine. It wasn't bad, but it wasn't anything to remember. In short, it was something I had to do to get to the cuddling portion of the night. But with Enzo, with him it's like every touch is deliberate and full of fire, burning with desire.

Suddenly, I hear a yelp from Enzo's bathroom. Concerned, I walk up to the door of the bathroom, but I don't open it. A few seconds later, a slightly damp Enzo appears wrapped in a towel.

"What's wrong?" I question.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" He demands.

"What?"

"The water. Do you like burning alive."

"What?" I chuckle, "it's not even that hot."

Enzo scoffs and crosses his arms over his chest, "tell that to my back. Oh wait, it's been burned off."

"Oh please. I love it like that."

"Oh yeah?" Enzo grins down at me, "prove it."

"Is this just a ploy to get me naked again?"

"No, of course not." Enzo protests but I can tell from his eyes that I am bang on the money. "I just don't believe anyone could enjoy a shower at that temperature."

"Fine." I stomp past him into the bathroom, "I'll prove it to you."

I drop the robe I am wearing to the floor as Enzo stalks after me. I watch as Enzo drops his towel and turn away, blushing slightly even after everything we've done together.

Turning on the shower, I wait a moment for the water to warm up and then I stand under the delightfully warm water.

"You must have turned it down." Enzo accuses, his eyes narrowing at me as he steps into the shower next to me.

"Oh really?" I step out of the way and push him under the water.

The sight of a massive, buff Italian yelping away from a stream of water is enough to make me chuckle in glee.

Enzo's eyes shoot over to me and he pounces on me. His lips are hungrily devouring mine as our soaking bodies move and writhe against each other.

"Turn around." Enzo orders, and I instantly comply. It's a surprise to me, how much I like this domination, but man do I like it.

I feel Enzo's gentle hands as he begins to scrub soapy suds against my skin. Turning around, I rest my head on his chest as he continues to run his massive hands over my skin.

It's an intimacy and care that takes me by surprise. I was with Ben for 6 months and we never did anything close to this level of connection. Us, I've only known Enzo for a few days and he's holding me against his chest as he washes me.

Once we're both clean, we turn off the shower and step back out into the bathroom. Enzo makes sure to wrap me in a towel before doing it for himself.

Smiling over my shoulder at him, I walk into his bedroom and settle on his bed. A few seconds later, a tell tale stomach cramp clutches at my stomach and I jump from the bed.

"What's wrong, princessa?" Enzo questions as I hurry to the bathroom.

Unsurprisingly, there is a red spot of blood on Enzo's spotless white towel.

"Oh god!" I exclaim, "oh god, oh god."

Enzo walks in to me sitting on the toilet as I frantically scrub at the blood stain in the sink.

"What's wrong- oh, don't worry, Lucia."

He takes the towel from my hand and tosses it in the corner of the bathroom as if it doesn't matter.

"I'm really sorry." I mumble, feeling mg face flush with embarrassment as I stare at the floor. Enzo doesn't even miss a beat as he picks up a black towel and drapes it over my naked body.

"Well, I guess I should go home then." I begin, wishing more than anything that I could spend the night curled up with Enzo.

His brows furrow as he asks, "Why?"

"I need pads, and you don't have any."

"Who says I don't." Enzo smiles at me softly and then walks over to a cupboard under the sink.

After a few seconds of searching, Enzo pulls out a wicker basket which seems to be filled with feminine items.

When he hands me a pack of pads, my stomach sinks. He has so many women here that he has things ready for them.

I feel sick, and I can't tell if it's from my period, or from the revelation that I'm simply one of many.

As if he can read my expression, he kneels down in front of me.

"These are for when my sister comes to stay, no one else ever stays here Lucia."

"Promise?" I mumble and he smiles and nods.

Before he stands up, he lifts his head to capture my lips in a sweet, almost loving kiss.

"You sort yourself out, sweetheart, then we can put a film on or something. Sound good?"

"Amazing." I smile up at him, "thank you."

He nods his head curtly at me before walking out of the bathroom to give me some privacy. Once again I'm cleaned up again and have used a pair of the new pants, I walk into Enzo's bedroom in search of some comfy clothes to wear.

On the bed, already laid out for me are a pair of sweatpants and a hoody which I am assuming are meant for me.

I pull them on quickly and then go on a hunt for Enzo. Downstairs is absolutely massive and I can't seem to find Enzo anywhere.

"I'm in the cinema room!" Enzo calls out after I clatter around in the kitchen, hoping he would hear me.

"The what?" I holler back, listening as me voice echoes around the room.

"The cinema room! Fourteenth door on the left!"

Fourteenth door? What must Enzo's job be like to afford a place like this in his early 20s?

I walk down the corridor, counting the doors as I go until I finally open the correct one and see Enzo waiting for me on a giant couch with blankets and cushions all around him.

"Wow," I breathe out as I stare at the cosy display in front of me.

The lights are dimmed down so they give the impression of candlelight and when Enzo stands, walks towards me, and holds his hand out for me, I know this is something special.

How cute are these two together?

Let me know what you think about them and the story so far xx