Accidentally Yours (Merffy Kizzmet) novel Chapter 10

Chapter 10

Lola

She woke up to the sound of breathing.

Not hers. Deeper. Slowet. Infuriatingly steady.

Then came the awareness–a very firm, very warm body under her, the thud of a heartbeat against her cheek, and a faint slick sensation across her lips.

What the-

She blinked herself awake and sat up fast.

“Oh my God,” she croaked, wiping at her mouth. “Did I–ugh–did I drool on you?”

Enzo’s voice was infuriatingly amused. “Only a little.”

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“You should be honored. That’s how I mark my favorites.”

He arched a brow, completely unbothered, one arm folded behind his head like this was normal. “Guess I’m yours now.”

She narrowed her eyes and made a show of peeling herself off him, trying not to notice how her thigh dragged across the line of his abs. “Don’t get cocky. I could also have been having a dream about waffles.”

“Pretty sure I felt you moan my name into the small puddle on my chest. Which, oddly enough, was right where your mouth happened to be.”

“Pretty sure you’re making that up.”

He grinned, slow and stupidly hot, then reached up and tucked a piece of her chaotic hair behind her ear. “I don’t mind waking up like this, you know.”

I’m melting, I’m meelllttiiing, that’s what that witch was really talking about, this moment right here. Ok, keep it together. Don’t freak out. Don’t freak out. You’re good. Totally good. deep internal sigh I can only imagine what my hair looks like.

Lola looked at him–really looked at him.

His hair in its natural state, a little wild and full. All broad chested and glistening under all the slobber. The ex’s sweatpants were doing absolutely nothing to contain the situation beneath the waistband, and he was looking at her like she was the only thing worth seeing..

Oh no.

She meant to roll off. She really did, but somehow, her knees were suddenly bracketing his hips, her hands on either side of his head, and she was leaning in like gravity had a vendetta.

This is the most beautiful man I’ve ever had my hands on, not that it’s a lot but damn.

Enzo’s hands were in her hair, hers were holding either side of his face, and they were both breathing like they’d run a marathon. She straddled his lap, chest pressed to his, the taste of citrus and tequila still hot on her tongue.

She didn’t even remember climbing on top of him–just that his mouth tasted dangerous, and she liked it.

Then-

BANG. BANG. BANG.

A fist slammed against the apartment door.

Chapter 10

Lola froze mid–kiss. “Did you order food?”

Enzo blinked, dazed. “Nope.”

CRACK.

The door kicked open, crashing into the wall.

“WHAT THE-” she screeched, scrambling off Enzo and tumbling backward off the bed with a thud.

Four men burst into the apartment–tall, lethal–looking, dressed like the mob had just been given a tactical gear budget. And they were angry.

“DOWN! HANDS UP!” one barked, weapon drawn.

Lola flailed her arms. “HOLY SHIT–ENZO?!”

They ignored her. Every pair of eyes locked on Enzo, who was now sitting on the bed, hoodie barley over his head, lips swollen, joggers riding criminally low.

“Are you okay, boss?” one growled.

“He’s got bruises!” another pointed out, eyeing Enzo’s wrists.

“I tied him up!” Lola yelled without thinking. “But not in a murder way!”

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