Capone raised both eyebrows, and she laughed, “you make me happier than I’ve ever felt before, Giancarlo.” She ran her fingertips over his cheek and around the ear gauge.
The air left his lungs, and Capone lowered his head. It was all he’d ever wanted to hear.
“You’re mine.”
“I’m only yours.”
Damn right.
“You’re mine too.”
Longer than she’d known, he was hers. He smirked and tapped her lips.
Wanting to fuck her so badly, but even he had some kindness in him somewhere.
His hand ranged down her back and cupped her ass. “Did I hurt you last night?”
She sucked in a breath as if the air had turned dirty and cloying.
“Hmm. Nope.”
“Are you sure?”
“Did you hear me complaining?”
That was fair, she’d done a lot of noise-making, and demanding of his cock. None of that noise was complaints for him to go softer.
He touched her neck with his mouth, smelling their sex on her skin. “Love the way you take a solid fucking from me,nena.” The strongest longing overtook him, and it wasn’t for sex. O-fucking-kay, it was always for sex where she was concerned. His Lucia was arousal itself. He looked at her, smelled her, thought about her, and his want exploded.
But it was more too.
“I can take whatever you got, Gi.” She declared with sass.
He finally had the love of his life right next to him, where she was always meant to be, and he felt at peace.
Content to hold her in silence, Lucia curled her bare feet around his legs, her face pressed into his neck.
After hearing her belly gurgling, Capone placed a hand to her ass and smacked her gently. “Put some clothes on before that smile of your seduces me into fucking you, or we’ll never get you fed.”
Lucia’s head reared up from his shoulder, “so we aren’t going to have sex?”
Dios. She goddamn pouted, and he wanted to bite her all over. Pressing their lips together, he smirked. “You won’t be able to walk if I fuck you now,mi amor. I used you too much last night.”
Another sexy pout. “I don’t mind.”
“I do. I take care of you, not hurt you.”
She sighed and melted into him again, “love you, Gi.”
“Love you back. Now let’s go get some food.”
* * *
After a late breakfast in the diner, Lucia now had a mouthful of jalapeño and white cheddar crème inside a soft bread roll, taste testing for Levi again. It was divine. But her food euphoria was cut short when she heard her man curse in Spanish. His eyes trained on the shop window.
She peeked around his thick shoulder and saw someone familiar.
“What is it?”