The Viper (Untamed Hearts #1)(28)

“Y-you do?” She wanted to turn her head and hide her embarrassment, but it was captivating to watch the way Marcos stared down at her body, exposed now that her robe hung loose on her shoulders. It felt a bit like seeing a car accident—a part of her wanted to look away, but she couldn’t. “Why?”

“Hard to fake a blush. When girls get hot, they start getting all breathless and rosy and co?o— You’re f*cking perfect.” He couldn’t seem to look away from her tits. He rubbed a thumb over her nipple, circling it reverently, making her moan and arch into him again. Screw embarrassment, her eyes closed because that felt wonderful. “I wonder what you’ll look like after you come.”

“W-what?” she squeaked as his thumb continued to trace little circles over her nipple that was tight from the pleasure of it.

Marcos wrapped his arms around her back, forcing her to arch into him and holding her on her feet at the same time as he leaned down, sucking her nipple into his mouth.

Good God!

She had no idea anything could feel that good. She got weak-kneed, her body giving out and wanting to slide down to the ground, but Marcos was so damn strong. He held her up. She could feel his biceps clench under her fingers, because she was clinging to him like a lifeline.

Yet, even with all that strength, he seemed to be fighting the same battle for leverage. The two of them slid to their knees on the wood floor. The door was still open, rain was misting in on them, but she didn’t care, because all of a sudden all that hard, powerful strength was over her, crushing her to the ground. He moved his lips back up to her neck, and her body would’ve mourned the loss, but she was already in sensory overload. Everything felt good.

They were both breathless, and when he reached up, tugging her hair, exposing the curve of her neck, she just arched into the tight hold, giving herself over to it like an addict as he sucked and licked the line of her throat up to the tender spot behind her ear.

“I’m gonna eat you out until you scream, chica.”

Huh?

The meaning of his promise was lost until he slipped his free hand under the lining up her panties, touching her intimately, and her face flamed because she was so very wet, swollen, and aching.

“Co?o.” He groaned, pushing a finger into her without invitation or warning. She gasped and jerked from the white-hot rush of pleasure as he breathed into her ear. “Oh, yeah, baby. I’m gonna taste that.”

Oh.

It hit her like a ton of bricks what he meant, and that was just, no.

No way.

She wasn’t supposed to do that with a guy on the first date. She’d been married for almost a year before she and Grayson had experimented with it, and then both decided it wasn’t on their menu. Good girls didn’t do things like that, and she knew she was supposed to shove him off her and tell Marcos about the rules, because the concept seemed lost on him.

But she wasn’t stopping him.

She wasn’t explaining anything. Instead she was lying there shaking and needy as he moved down once more. Sucking on her nipples again. Licking at the small white lines on the edge of her breasts as if he actually liked them. Lower against her stomach, and this was all so much more intimate than anything she had done with Grayson. Ever.

But she wasn’t stopping Marcos.

Not even a little.

She was helping him pull off those pretty pink panties. She wasn’t even worrying too much about her not so toned stomach or being completely exposed to a man she barely knew but felt this crazy connection with.

“Waxed.” He gave her a heart-stopping smile as he hovered over the most intimate part of her. His eyes glowed like blue fire in the dim lighting of the entryway. “Nice, chica. Very nice.”

Something caught in her chest, because the way he was looking at her was so genuine. “Do you mean that?”

Marcos leaned up to tug at the back of his shirt. He pulled it off in one fluid motion and then tossed it aside. Katie studied him, now bare-chested, showing off more tattoos. A cross over his left pectoral muscle caught her eye, resting right above his heart. She saw the words written above and below it. Names. His mother. Juan. A date was written down the middle. She understood it was the date they died.

She leaned up, touching the brand on his tanned skin. He cupped her hand over his heart rather than push it away as he asked, “What’d you say before?”

“I forgot,” she whispered.

Because she had.

She forgot about everything but this beautiful, damaged man, marked by life, hovering over her.

Needing her.

What the hell were vanity or rules next to that?

She lay down, giving herself to him. To whatever made him ache as deeply as she ached right now. “Do what turns you on.”

He sucked in a sharp breath, eyeing her in surprise. “Yeah?”

“Oh yeah.” She nodded. “If you need to forget, I want to help.”

Marcos didn’t hesitate. He leaned down and sucked on one taut nipple again, making her moan and arch her back. She threaded her fingers into his wet hair, holding him to her as he moved lower. His bare skin felt amazing against hers. So incredibly intimate in a way sex with Grayson had never been.

She watched the emotions play over his handsome face as he licked and teased her. A fresh sheen of sweat coated her body, making the slide of skin against skin slick when he was still wet from the rain. Her legs were parted to support his hard, muscular form over her, and when he ran his hand down her thigh and hooked his rough palm under her right knee, she let him open her wider.