Page 95 of Veiled Amor

Ached to claw his way into her heart and set up camp there, knowing he would own her heart for the rest of his life.

There was no way he’d last all day at the club, working on bikes and sorting out any internal issues, without fucking her before he left.

He was only a man and not a very controlled one, proving when he started kissing her with hungry bites and licks.

When Lucia groaned languidly, he went full steam ahead, dry thrusting until he felt the leaking coming from his dick as she pushed his shorts down.

Need consumed them.

It was wild what they were doing, cementing their feelings for each other as he locked her legs around him; using her smaller hand, she guided his cock to her entrance, and they moaned together when he pushed home. Ah, fuck. Heaven.

It was too intense, as though all his emotions threatened to blow his head off.

He bottomed out by moving slowly at first, until her tight walls gave around him.

It wasn’t enough.

Never enough. The only thing he could do was never stop fucking Lucia.

“Capone,” she gasped breathily, digging her nails into his shoulders. They locked eyes, and it was like watching the sun fall out of the sky as he saw her tumble into an orgasm. He sure as fuck felt it as her pussy locked up and took him down with five more hard shoves, only with the will of the devil on his side did he pull free at the last second and spilled over her stomach and inner thighs.

The possessive side of him roared to know soon he’d pump his pleasure inside her and not over her skin.

He cuddled her for a minute, unsteady on his feet, his mouth drifted to Lucia’s neck as he murmured. “Do you want to grab a shower?”

“No, I’ll wear your come all day,” she dared tease him, and Capone’s body flared to life again. He dropped his forehead to her neck as she giggled. “Don’t say that shit to me, Lucia. I like it too much.”

“Dirty man, go get the coffee started; I’ll jump in the shower real quick.”

What a fucking morning, he thought.

And he wouldn’t have it any other way.

* * *

“Capone,” she whined with amusement laced through her voice, her hands already latched onto his trim waist while he reached behind her to flick on the coffee machine. It gurgled the magic brew into a cup. “You have me trapped against the counter.” He hadn’t even spoken when he’d boxed her in and started fixing their coffee, though he laid a kiss to the side of her head.Sigh. He was so romantic in small ways that she couldn’t complain when he wasn’t romantic in significantly showy ways. She liked Capone’s way better.

Dark, moody eyes focused on her, and she watched an eyebrow arch onto his forehead, “Really,nena? I hadn’t noticed. You’re imagining shit.” Another temple kiss, and he grabbed the container of sweetener she preferred to use and dropped three sachets into the cup. With each movement, his hips rolled against her stomach and sent her a little flushed.

She was seriously overly sexed.

Every day this week, they’d attacked each other.

Sometimes in the middle of the night when he got home from the MC. Or just a look from across the room, and clothes went flying everywhere. They had sex twice yesterday, once in the shower and then before dinner while steaks and salmon grilled on the balcony. He’d bent her over the arm of the couch and talked her through the most deliciously carnal sex of her life.

Capone seemed in no rush to free her from her counter prison.

If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em, so she threaded her arms around his waist and pressed her face into his chest, inhaling the sexy scent. Lucia was like a limpet clinging to him while he moved from one cabinet to another to fix the coffee and start on breakfast food.

These past few weeks with Capone felt like a dream come true, and she wasn’t ready to wake up yet. He was every dream of a perfect boyfriend as she could conjure up.

He was sweet and affectionate enough to put a constant stream of excitement in her belly. He didn’t vocalize his feelings often unless he was fucking her, but that didn’t matter because he showed her in hundreds of ways how he felt about their new relationship.

Having insisted on taking care of the apartment and most of the cooking, some of it was hit and miss, but it was fun to try. Most nights, Capone came into the kitchen, and they cooked together, which was even better. Lucia’s mornings started with a hot mouth and a hotter man waking her before he took off for work. Then she’d clean anything that needed cleaning, then toss in a load of laundry. Capone said he’d see to his, but while she was doing hers, it was no trouble to wash his clothes too. She’d earned a severe kissing the first time he realized she’d washed, dried, and hung his clothes.

What woman could resist that? Not Lucia, that was a fact.

“Can I borrow your Jeep today?” She asked, watching him refilling the coffee machine with water. “I have a few things to get in town.” She wanted to make him a birthday meal coming up soon and to pick up his gift.