The Viper (Untamed Hearts #1)(31)
They were sweaty and sticky, and he really was a heavy man, but none of it mattered as she pulled back and said, “Go ahead. I—” He kissed her again and then slipped a hand between their straining bodies, finding her clit, making her aware of how wet she was, forcing her to feel what a messy, sticky business sex with Marcos was, and she loved it. So much so she moaned into their next kiss and just let him have his way with her, even if what he was asking for was impossible. “God, no. I can’t.”
But she could; she felt it building again.
She might not be able to walk tomorrow, but she was going to come again as he touched her and f*cked her and made her feel like a woman in a way she never thought possible. God, at that moment, she would have given this man her soul if she could.
“Hazlo de Nuevo. Deja escucharte.” Marcos punctuated the foreign pleading by tugging on her hair again and finally growled something against her ear that she understood, “Now, Katie!”
She screamed when another orgasm ripped through her body, and this time she took Marcos down with her. He gripped her ass, holding her tightly against him as he f*cked her harder, broken phrases bursting out of him. She didn’t need to speak Spanish to know they were vulgar, but she liked him just like this, wild and feral for her.
When it was over, Katie started to notice little things, like the feel of his sweaty skin against hers and the rain misting in past the open door cooling their fevered bodies. His weight over her was almost too much, but she was so relaxed she could barely think to complain. Instead she hugged him tighter, with her arms and legs, just completely wrapping herself around him, desperate to hold him close for as long as possible.
As crazy as it was, in that one peaceful moment, with his heavy breath stirring the fine hairs at the nape of her neck, she truly understood what a powerful man she had in her arms. He’d survived more than most would, and he walked through this life with a constant veil of ferocity because of it. She knew without asking that few saw anything else but the hard, bitter shell he had built around himself out of necessity and the fact that he was willing to show her his kind side made it all the more intoxicating.
“Thank you,” she whispered into the shuddering stillness.
He placed a kiss at the soft spot beneath her ear and then caressed her hair, brushing it back from where it was sticking to her neck. Then he pushed up and looked down at her, his gaze tender and contemplative.
“You okay?” he asked.
She nodded, and then bit her lip, before she gave him a shy smile. “That was impressive, but I can’t believe you admitted to doing that.” She could feel the blush burning her cheeks as she gestured down between them when he gave her a look of confusion. “Before. In your car. That’s scandalous.”
“You mean the jerking off?” He frowned. “Really?”
“Yeah.” Her smile was wide and pleased as she said it, because she enjoyed every minute of being with him. “I just never heard someone talk like you do. I didn’t know a man could be so crass and still so…s-sexy. It’s a unique combination.” She shrugged and looked away. “I like it. A lot.”
He paused, and she could sense a tension coming off him, making her wish she hadn’t said anything. He cupped her cheek, his palm rough against her sensitive skin as he swept a thumb over her bottom lip pensively. Even with the fresh surge of embarrassment, she shuddered from the simple caress.
“Mierda.” He groaned and then leaned down and pressed his forehead against hers. “I’m sorry, cari?o.”
“Why?” She ran her fingers over the ridges of his back muscles because she couldn’t help herself, and she found herself wondering what sort of inked decorations covered the warm skin under her fingers. “I feel amazing. This is probably the best I’ve felt—ever.”
“This is the best it’s ever been for you?” Marcos sounded anguished. “Right here on the floor?”
“Yeah.” She hugged him tighter, wanting to ease whatever was upsetting him. “And before, with your mouth and your fingers. I’ve never—” She shook her head, still reeling. “I didn’t know something could feel that incredible.”
“No.” He pulled away, still glaring down at her. “Don’t be nice to me. I f*cked you on the floor, Katie. I’m the pendejo.” He rubbed a hand over his face and corrected himself, “A-*.”
“I don’t think you’re an *,” she said in a rush, hating that he wasn’t getting it. “You don’t understand. Grayson would’ve never done it on the floor. We had to lay a towel down just to do it on the bed.” She ran a hand over his cheek. “I love this. I promise. I know it sounds insane, but the floor is the best place in the world as far as I’m concerned. I don’t even care that the door is still open. I love that it’s open. I love that I stop thinking when I’m with you.” She touched his lips that were swollen from their kisses. “Do you understand?”
He was quiet for a long time, as if contemplating her rushed confession. Then he grabbed her hand and kissed the inside of her wrist and asked, “You wanna break in the rest of the house?”
“Yes.” She couldn’t hide her excitement even if she wanted to. “I would love to.”
She leaned up and kissed him again, feeling his smile against her lips, and she knew why he was grinning like that.