Page 82 of Veiled Amor

She hadn’t tried to yet.

Eyes darker than rich chocolate, watching her intently made Lucia feel womanly.

And itchy.

His gaze was far from uncomfortable; it enticed her like nothing else.

A man like Capone was sexier than the average bear. When she looked at him, she had to swallow around her feelings and remind herself he was only a man. The species were inherently known for disappointing a woman.

This dance of theirs needed to stop, and she suspected she would have to be the one to pump the brakes. If only her intimate muscles would get on board this detachment. They were raring to go again, remembering the two insanely good orgasms from earlier and how out of this world Capone’s mouth felt owning her between the legs.

“Lucia?” The hand moved to her face, bringing her out of her runaway thoughts.

“Hm? Oh, yeah. Sorry if I woke you up.”

“I wasn’t asleep.”

“Oh,” she replied because all other words failed her when his thumb moved over her lips.

“I was too busy kicking my ass for letting you go to bed alone. We should have been three fucks in by now.”

Oh.

Sweet.

God.

The hunger in his eyes flared to life and robbed her of air, as if he’d snapped an invisible hand around her throat. The thought alone thrilled her and took her back to their one illicit night where he had put his hand on her throat while he fucked her stupid.

“You should be so worn out and boneless from my fucks that I would have to pour you into my bed afterward.”

Lucia wheezed through the fire in her lungs. “Was… was that what you planned when we came home?”

“Sí.” He nodded, looking so grim with his burning eyes pinning her. She felt parched, her throat dry, unable to draw her eyes from him.

“Maybe consider I am wrong for you, and the universe was giving you an out.”

“I don’t buy it,” he spoke, cupping her face. “I’ve been the one holding back for so long. No more, Lucia. If you want me, even though I’ve made big fucking mistakes so far, I’m right here.”

“Are you finally going to fuck me?”

As he smirked, the look of arousal in Capone’s eyes intensified. Lucia knew she could say anything to him, her need of him outweighed any embarrassment she might feel.

A girl had many needs.

And all hers were pointing toward Capone with grabby hands.

There was no time to process what she’d said when Capone scooped her up, almost making her fly as he anchored her to his body. Her legs automatically latched around his waist like two vultures. And when he grabbed her around the neck. God in a tree, she was soaked between her legs in seconds. Wet, sticky seconds.

“The mouth on you,mi amor. You’re going to share every dirty word with me while I strip you down and fuck you until all that’s left on your tongue is gasping pants.Sí?”

So delirious in her arousal, the next thing she knew, Capone bounced her onto his wide bed, looking down at her. The lamp at the side of his bed cast him in gorgeous shadows while she watched him pull the boxer-briefs down his legs, letting his massive erection spring free against his lower abdomen.

Once again, Lucia was caught in a wave of indescribable excitement. The heat of it settled in her stomach as she watched him prowl up onto the bed. Capone knocked her legs apart, and he settled on his heels at her feet.

“My turn?” She wheezed when his hands snaked up her calves, moved up her thighs, and stopped at her waist where Capone grasped the shorts.

“Sí. I need to see you.”