Eden's Pov
He lets go of me with a low groan of obvious frustration, rolling onto his back beside me. I let my own head fall back against the pillows, my mind racing, trying to figure out who could be at the door this early in the morning.
The doorbell rings again, a persistent, annoying chime. Enzo leans back over me, his body hovering close, and kisses me again. It's a soft, lingering kiss that makes my stomach flutter warmly. I can still taste a hint of myself on his tongue, and it causes me to smile against his lips. He pulls away just enough to look at me, his eyes dark and wanting.
"You should go see who that is," I nudge him gently, even as he leans in for another quick, stolen kiss. The doorbell chimes a third time, more insistent now.
If only we had more time. I am even more of a mess than he is. That kiss last night, and the one just now, have awakened something deep inside me, fueling a sharp, urgent need for him that I know isn't going to be satisfied anytime soon.
