Page 123 of Veiled Amor

One of Capone’s hands slipped under her hair, gripping her neck so he could control their kissing. She knew the second he was about to lose it, when his entire body grew more assertive.

Their tongues mated. He grunted and found his release inside her, splashing her hotly until she squirmed in his arms, her womb contracting from the last deep thrust before Capone stalled.

When it was over, she unlocked her arms from his trembling frame, stroking his back and up to his hair. Their mouths were gentler now, tasting in small sips. They panted in tandem, and then she dropped her forehead to his broad shoulder, the last vestiges of pleasure leaving her body in a solid shudder. Then another one when Capone slipped from her body. She felt lost already without his thickness filling her walls. The carpet met her feet when he let her down. She was too exhausted to do anything but stand there as he put her back in her clothes.

Lucia felt her heart sing as their eyes met.

He loved her.

That much she knew for sure.

Whatever issues they still had to work through, he loved her.

And she adored him.

He was zipping his pants when she pushed herself off the wall, standing on jelly legs, he’d worked her over so good.

“Thanks, I got what I needed.” She told him cheekily and heard him chuff.

“De nada, mi amor.” His smirk lit her insides on fire.

He didn’t snuggle like usual when they were done making love, not touching her with anything other than his brooding eyes, but the tension melted away from the room. She wasn’t unsure about him breaking her heart any longer.

He wouldn’t.

If he’d needed time to work things out in his head, she could understand that. Rising on her tiptoes, she pressed her lips to his jawline. “I’m tired, so I’m going home. Take as long as you need to be mad or whatever,” she told him, “but I love you so fucking much, Gi. Let’s not waste any more time on things we can’t change and focus on what we can do now. And that is to love each other so hard. I hope you come home soon to our bed.”

Lovesick.

Happy.

Content to give him the space he needed, Lucia exited the room, knowing he wouldn’t come after her. Yet. She didn’t need him to. She’d rather he came home with his mind clear, knowing it would make them even stronger.

The group of women were where Lucia left them, they caught her eye as if they’d been watching for her. “Well? Do we have lift off?” Luxe shouted like she didn’t care who heard. Lucia’s cheeks turned cherry tomato red. She liked these women for all their loudness, so she put up her two thumbs, grinning.

They started clapping loudly.

Nothing could ruin her joyful mood on the drive back to the apartment.

Not even as she stepped out of the elevator and saw a text lighting up her lock screen on her new phone.

Unknown: It’s time for this nonsense to end, Lucia. Before someone gets hurt, contact me asap, and I will have the jet sent to bring you home where you belong and where I can protect you. There is nothing I can’t forgive and make right. Remember that.

No longer the weak-willed daughter she’d been all her life, she gave the text no more attention than it took to swipe-delete it.

A quick shower later, she yawned and climbed into bed, wearing only one of Capone’s t-shirts. Still on a massive high, tasting Capone in her mouth, though she’d brushed and flossed, she was too hyped to sleep, so she buried her face in his pillow and went into a heavy dose of daydreaming.

It wasn’t an hour later when she heard the front door locks disengage, and then the alarm set again. She smiled like a lunatic, wiggling like an excited puppy under the sheets.

Her man was home.

He didn’t wait to come into the bedroom after clanking his keys and stuff into the hallway bowl.

Their past or the up-in-the-air issue with her father didn’t matter, because she loved the man dropping his clothes on the bedroom floor before picking them up to toss into the laundry basket as she knew he would do.

What mattered most was the way she watched him from the pillow mountain as he strode around the bed and then climbed in. Coming across the mattress until he was up against her back, arms around her, he pulled her in until he was satisfied he had Lucia in a comfortable position.

It was so arousing the way he curled around her until they relaxed. He did this without saying a word.

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