Page 120 of Veiled Amor

Oh.

Showtime.

Lucia felt her heart pump wildly as she climbed to her feet.

“Good luck, chica.”

“Go get ‘em.”

“Leave him a husk of a man.”

Lucia followed Jed’s directions and found a room down the corridor, she didn’t bother with knocking. Thankfully, it was her man’s face on the other side. He was sitting in a chair, smoking.

His head came up the moment she opened the door, and he pinned her with his espresso eyes, watching her as she closed them in together.

It was a basic room, something like a Motel 6. A narrow bed, drawers, armchair, and not much else. She skimmed her gaze over him, he looked fine, and she felt some of her tension seep away when he didn’t appear pissed off to see her.

His intense stare ate her up. A pulse of lust, sharp and sticky, went through her. He’d always looked at her in this way. Now she understood what it meant. She’d walk into his parents’ house every Sunday, secretly excited to see him there, and his eyes would streak over her so slowly from head to toe, his stare would hold hers, and then he’d shut it down.

She always thought it was contempt, but now Lucia recognized it for lust.

He toked on the smoke, blowing the smell of weed into the air, never looking away.

Jittery inside, itchy under her skin. So fucking horny, Lucia wanted to lion-attack him.

“You didn’t come home,” she spoke, not letting her voice shake with her wavering emotions. She was so scared when he didn’t come home. “You can’t do that, Giancarlo. I was worried.”

Another toke of his smoke, blowing it out slowly.

His legs were spread out in front of him. Wearing only worn-in jeans with an open sleeveless, red and black plaid shirt, he was sex itself. His answer was a grunt.

She went for it. “I’m used to a diet of dick now, you can’t take off and leave me starving.”

The joint in Capone’s lips stalled, and she’d bet all her lipsticks she saw his eyes turn to midnight black.

A whole-ass shiver rushed down her spine.

She wouldn’t let him see her jangling nerves.

Not after the deliciously deviant things they’d already done and said to each other.

He might be mad at her, but she saw how he still wanted her.

Breathing heavily, she put her hands on her hips, facing him a few feet away.

“I’m here to be fed.” She told him boldly. “Vamos, Giancarlo.”

Her heart clattered so damn loudly. Could he hear it too?

Nervous and horny was a potent combination.

Midnight eyes slipped down her body, leaving his invisible touch on her skin. When they reached her face again, he toked once more and stubbed the joint out. Capone was on his feet before she realized.

Towering over her, his whole aura wrapped around her in his masculine scent.

Another notch of her heart rate.

Sexy fucking man.