Page 66 of Veiled Amor

“No, you didn’t fuck up.”

“Dios. I’ve always wondered why you didn’t hate my fucking guts for what I did.”

“We did it together.”

He growled a bear sound, and his head lowered another inch, putting their foreheads together. “Interrupt me once more, and you really won’t sit down for a month.”

It was a threat. A dark one. And it turned her on.

Turned on by the man rejecting her.

Ugh.

She’d told him she could take it, so she had to. Nudging him gently for him to step back, he roped both hands around the back of his neck and blew out air.

God, her heart was a shipwreck, beating madly as she watched him berate himself.

He hated himself.

There was something she had to put right first. “Six years ago, we slept together, Giancarlo. I don’t consider it a mistake. If you do, I’m sorry.”

“I don’t.” He rumbled. “Doesn’t make that shit right. He was my brother. Your husband.”

Yeah, not really. But moving on.

“Now, who is interrupting who,” she grinned and touched his stomach to connect them. She’d always find ways to connect them because she knew in her soul they were made for each other. In a fucked up world, they always gravitated together. That had to mean something.

“We’ve kissed since then.” She pointed out and watched his nostrils flare.Yeah, you remember those hotter than hot make-out kisses, buddy. “You’ve had your hands in my underwear.” Her face flamed saying the words. “Mistakes too?”

“No. I’m fucking weak.” He said in Spanish, and her red face split with a smile.

“Poor weak, Giancarlo.” Lucia teased, poking his ribs. “It’s going to be okay.”

“Sí?”

“Sí.” She replied. “Because you’re going to get over it so you can have me. So you can call meyours.”

If she’d ever seen a man as big as him staggering, she wasn’t aware of it until now. And it was glorious to bear witness to him losing his cool. To see his nostrils flaring and his teeth bare as his whole chest inflated like a massive balloon.

“Playing. With. Fucking. Fire.” Again she was glad she understood Spanish as he grated the sexy threat.

Lucia, unfazed, knees practically coming unhinged, patted his chest and stepped around his bulk. “We’re missing the party, Giancarlo, keep up.”

She walked off with Capone behind her. Hearing clearly when he declared, “pain in my ass,” but when she cut a glance behind her, he was smiling, his eyes hotter than a volcano in mid-spew.

Yeah, she was going to win that man.

Risking tossing all her eggs into his basket.

She didn’t know how much she meant it until hours later.

Having spent a while sitting on Capone’s lap while she talked to Spencer, half-listening to Capone and Shark talk shop. She’d put herself there, and he hadn’t stopped her.

Touching her mouth to his ear, she told him she was running to the bathroom.

Sure enough, when she turned around a few steps away, Capone’s eyes stroked her. She grinned at him. He could lie to himself and say it’s protection he has in mind. It might be, but it wasn’tonly. He wanted her in the same gut-clenching way she wanted him.

On the way back from the bathroom, she slipped into their temporary room, they were already packed, but she wanted to freshen her lip gloss.