Page 78 of Veiled Amor

They tasted and switched sides. She clasped his skull, and he hooked a hand around Lucia’s neck, holding her in place for his onslaught. Goddamn, he’d never tasted a woman like her.

This was crazy.

He needed to stop.

It wouldn’t help his addiction to lessen if he kept tasting her.

But he wouldn’t stop.

He’d accepted how deep Lucia was in his blood, in every part of him. She owned real estate in every memory and controlled his dreams and out-of-reach desires.

This woman whimpering under his hands was a witch of the highest caliber, and he wanted every spell she could throw at him.

Thoughts from the past tried to muscle in, and Capone put up walls.

Let me fucking have this; he warned as his mouth turned animalistic, as he twisted his tongue around Lucia’s and sucked it into his mouth until she was all but riding his stomach.

“I want you to do something for me,” he grunted against her lips. She opened sleepy-lust-drugged eyes.Dios, she was sexy as hell.

“What?”

“Put your hands on the wall and don’t touch me.”

She blinked. A pulse beat erratically in her throat. He had to take his lips to it and suck a little. “I can’t touch you?”

“Lucia, I’m on a knife’s edge. I can’t have your hands on me right now,amor.”

She caught at her lip, and his eyes followed the motion. Jealous that he wasn’t biting her. “But I can touch you later?”

“Sí.” If he survived tasting her.

While he circled a necklace of kisses to her throat, he unhooked her bra from the back, only allowing her to move her hands so he could slip the lacy thing down her arms. Two adorable tits greeted him, and his mouth flooded with water. She was small, but they filled his palms.

“Can my mouth touch you?” She moaned against his lips when he gave both tits a gentle fondle, the hard nipples grazing his palms, driving him mad.

She didn’t wait for permission, going to town on his mouth until their tongues duelled like enemies.

He wanted her.Dios, he wanted her badly enough, he would live with the increasing guilt trip once it was over.

Nothing else infiltrated his mind while he sucked along her collarbone and enjoyed her popping her pelvis on his stomach.

“Giancarlo?”

“Sí?”

“Are you going to be myhusbandwith benefits?”

The joke made fire burn through his guts. No words would come because all he needed was to be with her in any way he could have her. If all she wanted was his dick, he’d give it to her around the clock, taking care of every ache she might have. To stop himself from throwing out the words of ownership, he dipped forward and took one of her nipples into his mouth. He knew it wasn’t possible, but Capone would swear she tasted like lemonade.

Lucia moaned, pushing her hips again.

“Oh, god. I can’t. How can I be your wife if I haven’t ever been your girlfriend?”

She had no idea of the velocity at which she was killing him.

He cursed in Spanish and sucked harder, then switched to the other delicious nipple, giving it the same attention.

Finding her mouth again, between starved kisses, he murmured. “What’s between us is wrong.”