Page 77 of Veiled Amor

He’d phantom smelled Lucia in the strangest of places until it made him crazy.

Capone lifted a hand from the bars and placed it over her clasped hands, resting on his belly.

Was she anticipating the hours ahead as much as he was?

Fuck, he hoped so, because he wanted to fuck her until they couldn’t move.

TWENTY-ONE

“Alarming want.” - Capone

It was Lucia who grabbed Capone’s hand when he helped her down from his bike.

The underground parking was lit brightly, so her arousal was easy to see as he led them to the elevator.

He had no way of knowing how far she wanted this to go.

Part of him wanted her to pump the brakes now.

He was already in way over his head and couldn’t turn back now.

Capone felt as though he’d hungered for her for decades.

“You sure?” He didn’t realize he’d asked in Spanish until she nodded with a smile. “Yes, I’m very sure. Are you?”

His mouth coming down on hers was answer enough.

Capone swallowed her gasp of shock, crowding her against the wall. He all but ate the kiss out of her. Only stopping when the ding announced the elevator. He bundled her inside and retook her mouth. She moaned, grasping the back of his head. He’d shove their clothes aside and fuck her standing upright if he weren’t so desperate to see her naked again.

While they traveled to their floor and Lucia nibbled her way around his mouth, Capone dropped a hand to her ass, holding her in a possessive grip.

And he let a thought filter in that he’d held at bay for fear it would break him.

She was it. The air, the skin, the pulse. She was the reason he now felt whole again instead of half-alive.

Lucia stayed close to his ribs, and it took some maneuvering to unlock the door and turn off the alarm system with only one hand and the other glued to her ass.

The need bubbled within Capone. Her scent of arousal drowned him when he walked her back into a wall. Her tiny gasp was music to his deviant ears.

Her eyes so low-lidded with her desire, he ached to answer to every appetite she was feeling.

“I’m going to discover everything you like,amor. If you enjoy it harder or softer, quick, or slow.”

“Don’t you remember?” Her whisper was sweet and caused a volcano of memories. Of fucking course, he remembered. He hadn’t forgotten a thing from that night. He’d fucked her like an animal with no control, and he’d always felt guilty about taking her that way but the way she pawed at his chest, pumping her hips into his crotch, told Capone he’d taken her precisely in the way she’d wanted it.

He growled and dove in for another kiss. Cutting it off when she sucked around his tongue, and her hands slid between them, making Capone see stars when she cupped between his legs. Fucking hell, it felt good.

“Amor,” he grunted against her lips, “if you want me to strip you naked, you gotta let go of my dick first.”

She whimpered into his lips, making him hungrier than he’d ever been. “No, don’t want to.” Capone chuckled and kissed her intensely until she naturally turned lax against him, and her hand freed him long enough he could pull the t-shirt over her head. The moment he did, he grabbed her hand and took it back to his aching cock; she latched on through the denim, molding the shape of him tightly, and dragged a grunt from low in his stomach.

Goddamn, she was perfect.

How could he have held back from this for so long?

It felt too big, this feeling inside him. Like it wanted to incinerate him. When he tasted her, feeling her squirming under his hands because she needed more, his brain emptied of all thoughts.

There was nothing in his head, but the sweet fucking sounds she made when their kiss turned feral.