The Viper (Untamed Hearts #1)(27)
She thought, for just a moment, he would turn around and leave.
Then he cursed in Spanish and cupped her face in both hands, his palms rough against her cheeks as he looked down at her, his gaze now molten with something hot and so tangible Katie could almost taste it. She licked her lips in response, and he groaned, just a small sound of agony that escaped him as he studied her mouth.
“Promise.” His voice was raspy, almost shaking as he took another harsh breath. “Please, Katie.”
Her heartbeat was thundering in her ears now. Her panties were positively soaked from the wild undercurrent of desire that chose that moment to swell up and drown her. It almost felt like torture, some primitive form of manipulation that had her wanting to agree to anything, absolutely anything, Marcos wanted.
She licked her lips again, looked into those beautiful eyes that had haunted her dreams for months, and took another deep breath before she whispered, “N-no.”
“Why are you so f*cking stubborn?” he snapped, and if he were a different man, she would’ve flinched from the stern sound of it. “Do you know what I’ll do to you if you say yes? I will have you sweating and moaning all night. I swear, just—”
“No,” she said again, this time stronger as she stood there steadfast, her face still between his rough hands. “I need more than one night. I’ve never been with anyone but Grayson. Never even kissed anyone but him. I’ve never had a man look at me like you do. I probably won’t again after you leave and”—she tried to fight his hold to shake her head—“no.”
His breathing was noticeably uneven now, his muscular chest rising and falling in the way a frantic wild animal might do. He opened his mouth, looking like he might say something, and then, just when she thought she might die from the waiting, he said, “Fuck it,” and used his hold on her face to pull her closer, tilt her head back a little farther, and leaned down until his warm breath was fanning across her lips. Still he stopped there and pleaded, “Say it.”
She stood on her toes, clearing the space between them, finally bringing them together and whispered against the soft, smooth feel of his lips, “No.”
He smiled. Just a trace of it, but she knew it was there because she felt it. Just like she felt the strong, unrelenting thump of his heart because her hand had ended up against his chest. She curled her fingers into the wet fabric of his shirt, and then closed her eyes, still trying to remember every single nuance about this moment.
He forced Katie tightly against his hard body. Chest to chest, he licked lightly at the seam of her lips, and the chaotic stream of thoughts rattling around inside Katie’s mind shattered to the moment. She parted to him, her entire being now focused on a single, silent prayer.
God, please.
Rather than fight it, Marcos pushed his tongue past her parted lips with a languid sweep and a low groan that reverberated through Katie clear down to her soul.
Sweet Jesus, she had no idea a kiss could feel like that. Warm, slow, indulgent. The pleasure was almost jarring, like the first shock of sticky sweet caramel on her tongue, tasting so good her mind couldn’t quite comprehend it, but she still opened for more, completely a glutton for the forbidden decadence. Little pulses of desire shimmered through her entire body, and she could actually feel her clit pulsing.
Somehow they ended up in the house, with Marcos’s hands in her long hair and his mouth on hers. Katie felt her back hit the wall, and she arched into him instinctively, silently begging for more, and something about the action changed everything. The kiss went from slow and languid to rough and desperate between one heartbeat and the next.
When his tongue thrust past her lips this time, it was harder somehow, more primitive. He tightened his fingers in her hair, holding her there as he nipped at her bottom lip. She opened wider, taking everything he wanted to give her. They were moaning and panting into each other’s mouths whenever they parted for air. The quiver of need between them was so violent, it became a physical manifestation, and both their hands shook.
When Marcos pushed his hips against her, she could feel the hard outline of his cock through his wet jeans. She fisted his shirt, stretched out the neckline as she gasped, and her * clenched from the rush of knowing he was aching too.
“Oh, I need—” She tossed her head against the wood paneling in the entryway. He responded by leaning down and sucking on the soft spot at the curve of her neck, making her jerk when the pleasure of it found a direct line to her *. She couldn’t even begin to verbalize her desperation, but she tried. “Please, Marcos. I—”
She choked when he pulled at the tie to her robe. Katie had a brief moment where something other than blinding desire filtered into her consciences. She was too pale. Her tits were too big, too full; they weren’t tight and high like those girls in the spring break videos. They filmed those wild shows in Florida, where Marcos lived. All the girls in Miami were surely supermodel perfect, and her hips were too wide and—
Marcos groaned, and Katie squeezed her eyes shut tighter, feeling the heat of embarrassment burn from her face down to her neck and chest.
“Fuck, you blush all over.” He ran his thumb down the valley between her breasts, his fingers grazing the edge of her right one. “That’s sexy as shit. Your skin’s just so f*cking smooth. Like, flawless. No tan lines, and look how you get all flushed just from making out.” He cupped her left breast with his other hand and grunted, his stomach muscles clenching noticeably. “I have a thing about girls blushing.”