Page 29 of Veiled Amor

“Listen, we want no trouble.” He started, nervous as a mouse.

“You witness a woman being manhandled, and you stay in here like a weasel cunt?”

“Was none of my business.” The man blustered.

He was another one Capone wanted to bloody. Instead, he pulled open the stolen wallet, found it had enough bills. “Room 12 checking out, what do we owe?”

He slapped the money down and strode out, dumping the stuff in a trash can.

An anxious woman was at the top of the steps, waiting for him.

There was no thought process to what he did next.

Had Capone taken a moment to think, then he would have done things differently. But the instant he was at the top of the landing, she sprinted out of the doorway, nearly tripping over her suitcase, and launched herself into his arms. He caught her automatically, his hands going beneath her ass as he boosted her up against his chest.

And then he crushed her mouth.

Hecrushedher fucking mouth like he’d been kissing her for years.

Like he had a right to her taste and the feel of her gasp as she opened for him and invited his tongue inside to taste her deeper.

It was a knee-jerk reaction, one he couldn’t apologize for while she sucked around his tongue, giving off moaning mewls of enjoyment. If he’d ever thought seeing her moving through a room impacted the atmosphere, it was nothing to how one of her kisses affected him. It was a straight punch of awareness and lust in his solar plexus. And the longer he ravaged her mouth, forcing it wider to tangle around her tongue, the rougher he became.

He was too rough about the way he gripped her backside and pushed her up against the open doorway, but it felt a herculean task to do anything differently. There was nothing passive about Lucia. It surprised him and turned him on. The way she locked their mouths had air seeping out of his lungs. Only as they parted, she caught at his lower lip long enough to pull in needed oxygen before melding together again.

She was delicious.

So fucking sweet, making him hungry for something he’d locked away. Now it was climbing into his mouth, vining her legs around him and forcing him to ravage the kiss out of her. Meshing hotly, they moved in a slow, sexual rhythm which sprang to life unbidden through sheer relief. As soon as the notion rocked through him, Capone took hold of the back of Lucia’s neck, her lips moving on his. It was a toss-up where she started, and he ended. Delivering the kiss of his lifetime, that much was clear. Their tongues glided in a sensual dance neither of them had forgotten. He shoved her higher against the door and swallowed her moan before driving one hard thrust between her soft thighs. It was only the sound of a car horn coming from across the street that made Capone wrench out of his fantasy, of gripping her sinful ass until she ground her body on his. Gentling his lips until they parted naturally.Reluctantly.

Breathing heavily, he set her on her feet, ushering her inside the room.

Jesus, this girl could make him forget everything. Capone had all but abused her mouth because he’d been out of his mind, worried someone could have easily snatched her.

Yeah, keep lying, ese.

He’d kissed her because he couldn’t help himself. All night he’d thought about prowling over to the bed, and waking her with his tongue, sucking on her top lip.

It didn’t mean he was right to kiss her.

Out of worry, he’d lost control. So when he spoke, his tone held a bite. “Why were you outside?”

“I wanted to get you some fresh towels. I didn’t think you’d want to use my used ones.”

A lot she knew. Capone would use her panties to dry off with and fucking love it. But that was the deviant in him talking. He tightened his jaw until his bones ached, ignoring the fact he’d been harder in the last 24 hours than he’d been in months. Even now, his cock ached. She wouldn’t be able to not see his bulge when he turned around. The dick pain was the furthest thing from his mind, even as he watched her eyes roving over him.

“He won’t be the last one who tries to grab you when you’re not looking, Lucia. Don’t do that again.” He might not be so lucky to stop it next time.

Anger kept him steady, and he needed that. Needed it more than ever to keep his head on right and not fall off the fucking wagon like he had. So he dragged all the emotion to the forefront like soldiers on guard.

“Are we going to talk about that?”

Cutting a glance over his shoulder as he closed the door, he barely contained his cock from exploding, and she wanted to talk and do it by looking at him so fucking sweetly?

Swallowing, he arched a brow, and she grinned wider.

“Guess not. We’ll shelve it, hm?”

“One problem at a time,nena. I need to grab a shower. I’ll order a car, be ready to go in ten minutes.” He wasn’t even through the bathroom door when she called his name.