A soft snore and the arm clamped around her waist refreshed her memory. Drained after sex, Enzo had carried her into the bathroom and all but propped her up as they showered. Now, she felt invigorated, as if living out her fantasy had somehow set her free. A smile curved her lips as she turned toward Enzo. In sleep, his face was relaxed, almost boyish. A glance down disproved the notion, for he was all man. She reached for him. His eyes sprang open and, for a second, he just stared at her. Her hands curled more firmly around his hardening erection. He moaned, but when she caressed him further, he pulled away. “No, Lexi. Much as I want to make love again, we’re going to have that talk. Right now.”She froze. “I don’t want to.” What she wanted was to have one last time with him before she left. They had to talk, she knew that now. She couldn’t just leave LA without some sort of goodbye, even though it sounded tempting. But she wanted to postpone the inevitable for as long as possible.
