Page 76 of Veiled Amor

He nearly bent in to touch her lips with his, dying to taste her, his head descending when she told him. “I’m hungry.” She even little-girl whined in his face, and he was sunk because he got to his feet instantly to fix what she needed.

Snake was standing at the counter when Capone strode into the kitchen. He was holding a bread knife and a thick loaf of bread in the other hand. Of course, since he got back to the clubhouse, he’d been the one full of stories for Lucia. She’d hung off Snake’s every word.

“Hey, pass those over when you’re done,papi.”

“You need a few slices?”

“I will do it. Lucia’s hungry.”

“I’m already slicing bread, it’s no big deal to do more.”

“Listen to what I’m saying,hermano, I’m making Lucia’s food.”

Snake started cackling. “I get it, brother. You want to provide for your old lady. That shit gets me off too with my Winter. She usually gets cute and mushy when I do shit for her.”

If anyone were going to profit from Lucia’s pleasured food moans, it was going to be Capone because he’d fixed the food to her liking.

Capone grunted. What else could he say? Admit his feelings like a dumbass?

“I like her.” Snake added. “I like her for you.”

Another grunt. This time, he caught Snake’s eyes as the other man grinned. He left Capone to craft a sandwich carefully, then carried it through on a plate to a waiting Lucia, who all but fell on his hand and nibbled her way through it while he watched her mouth. The way she watched him as she bit into the soft bread and cheese, her eyes half-lidded, became something erotic. It stirred the air as she licked crumbs from her lip.

Capone’s cock jerked in his jeans.

Unable to look away, her pupils dilated like two round suns blazing arousal, and he was tempted to ease a hand down her leggings and to take care of the sizzling electricity she was displaying with every moaned bite.

Dios. He was so sick in the head to want to make her feel good again. He felt like an addict by wanting to service her, even when he knew he was wrong.

He’d already fucked up by kissing her, touching her. But the thoughts were front and center, making the screws turn in his dick until he was a thick pipe of need. He wanted to make her dripping wet until she couldn’t come anymore, until she was only clinging hands and panting whimpers.

Every swallow for Capone was agony because he craved to taste her. All he had now were deviant memories. But he wanted more. Eat her until she couldn’t take any more and ripped at his hair. Lick her dry.

The blood pounded through his ears. All other noises surrounding them fell away, leaving only Lucia’s eyes. Lucia’s mouth. And Capone’s hard-pumping heart.

It was utter silence between them.

Her beauty almost killed him.

He’d seen no one so fucking erotic doing nothing else but existing.

As if she’d latched onto his deviant thoughts, Lucia’s eyes came to him, and she paused. The half sandwich dropped to the plate, and when she finally swallowed, it felt as though the air surrounding them was a million degrees.

They both had sex in mind.

That much was clear.

Lucia looked up at him. “Take me home.”

“You sure?”

“Yes. Very sure.”

He reached up a thumb and brushed it over the lip she’d been biting on. It was plump and wet, and soon it would wear his teeth marks.

The next few minutes of herding her out to his bike were a blur. The ride didn’t register because he focused on the beautiful cargo, rubbing her face over his back like she was trying to imprint her scent.

He could have told her she did that eons ago.