Page 57 of Veiled Amor

Lucia didn’t have any such reaction as she stared at him. “If you didn’t get the memo earlier, I’m mad at you.”

“Got that,” he smirked. “Be mad but kiss me, anyway.”

He folded his body over hers, resting hands on the table, caging her.

“You’re crazy.” She huffed, meeting his eyes. She was so fucking turned on, he knew the signs, and she was displaying them all.

“Lucia. Right now, every fucking man in here has been watching your juicy ass bouncing around the courtyard, licking their chops, having ideas that they have a chance with you. If you don’t want me butchering every man here and making more trouble than we’re already dealing with, you’ll give me your fucking lips, so they know you’re off-limits.”

“Holy crackers!” Gasped Jacie. “If you don’t kiss him, I’m gonna kiss him.”

A great growl sounded from the left. Capone didn’t lift his head to know it was Tiger.

“You be quiet.” Jacie warned her pet, “that was romantic as hell.”

Was it?

Did Lucia like it?

He looked at her deeper. Fuck. Her pupils were larger, and she was sucking on her lower lip. He felt the jerk of her arousal in his cock. He dipped lower, smelling the coffee on her breath. “Lucia.” A warning. He wasn’t opposed to putting her over his knee and spanking his claim in front of everyone.

“Fine. Just because I don’t want you going crazy with your over-the-top testosterone.” She huffed, sexy as hell, and raised her face, chewing her lower lip, inviting him. “No tongues.” She warned.

He was going to give her all his tongue. Make her suck it until she whimpered.

Hanging there, he waited until she sighed and grabbed both sides of his face, bringing him down to her mouth. She intended for a fast peck, but Capone was slippery when it involved Lucia, and he pushed his tongue past her lips when she gasped, and he kissed her how he needed to.

All in the name of claiming her, of course, so the boys left her alone.

Though the kiss went on longer than was needed, he got caught in her trap, as always. And when he lifted his mouth, she was glassy eyed.

“Satisfied, Mr. Caveman?”

“Sí.”

“Okay. Well. Good, then.” Her cheeks pinked, he was tempted to dive in and kiss her again. “I should shower. Stay out of our room.”

Smirking, he could have told her he’d seen her naked already. Tiger stopped him from saying anything by announcing to Jacie her food was made. “Oh, goodie. I’m hungry. Come and eat with me, Lucia.”

“No,” gruffed Tiger. “There’s only enough for you.”

“Don’t be a grouch.”

Until their joint trip to the airport, Capone didn’t know Tiger all that well. He’d had a couple of conversations with the man over the years at rallies. Watching him all but stuff Jacie in his cut, he got the lay of their land. So he grinned at the other man. “Don’t you know, if you cook for one, you gotta cook for all,hermano?”

“No,” Tiger said unrepentant, scowling. “I only made enough for Jacie.”

“It’s fine,” chuckled Lucia, drawing Capone’s eyes to her again. She rose and almost brushed his chest with her shoulder. “I’ll get something later. I need to shower.”

She didn’t so much as spare him a look over her shoulder as she strode away down the hallway. Capone’s eyes were busy on her little ass.

Wanting to follow Lucia like a hound dog, he forced himself into the yard to help in the garage. The ringing phone in his pocket made him stop.

A Miami area code on the screen.

It would be only one man.

“Well, well. You answered. Brave for a man who’s stolen my daughter.” The anger was unmistakable.