The Viper (Untamed Hearts #1)(34)

“You are so easy to please, chica.” He reached out and grabbed her hips to pull her to him. “What’re we gonna do about that?”

She shrugged, a blush staining her cheeks. “I don’t know. Got any ideas?”

Marcos was pretty sure he’d made a commitment to himself to hightail it out of her place once the sun came up and head back to Miami with the taste of her still on his lips. That was the responsible thing to do; instead, he said, “How about I make you breakfast, and we’ll discuss it in bed?”



The breakfast plates sat on the nightstand. Both of them were empty because Marcos could make eggs and bacon like nobody’s business. He cooked and did laundry. Katie was pretty sure that made him the perfect man, especially given the nice sight he made first thing in the morning, with his inky hair standing up in spikes and those light eyes looking up at her like he wanted a repeat of last night.

Marcos could be an underwear model, Katie mused as she sat straddled over him, drinking her coffee and admiring all those muscles and tattoos.

“Be careful,” he warned, his hands on her hips as he eyed her coffee. “It’ll ruin your afternoon if you drop that.”

She coughed and laughed, spilling some.

“Carajo.” He reached up to take her coffee from her and set it on the nightstand next to the other dishes. “You can’t be trusted with this.”

Katie laughed harder and leaned down to lick the coffee off his stomach by dragging her tongue over the deep ridges of his abdominal muscles. He grunted in response and tangled his hand in her hair.

“I like your mouth on me.” He groaned, holding her hair away from her face as he watched. “Eres bella.”

She lifted her head, staring into those beautiful eyes, and then tugged on the waistband to his underwear because his cock was pushing against the top of it, just begging to be set free. She took him in her mouth, wanting to taste because she could sense the restlessness in him.

He told her a few times last night that he needed to be gone in the morning. Yet, here he was, making her breakfast and then letting Katie have her way with him. She got the distinct impression he didn’t want to leave any more than she wanted to let him. She also got the impression Marcos wasn’t harnessed easily, and she understood. Grayson had tried for many years to keep her in check and where she belonged. It hadn’t worked out.

Maybe they were more alike than she realized.

There was a side of her that really enjoyed the rebellious streak Marcos brought out of her. She realized now that’s what had changed after the accident. That’s where the boldness came from. The rebellion Marcos had unknowingly brought out of her on New Years.

She would never force him to stay here. She wouldn’t even beg and plead and try to manipulate him like other women might, but she certainly wasn’t going to kick him out like he tried to make her promise last night.

If he wanted to stay, she was more than fine with that.

“Ay Dios mio.” He groaned and arched his back when she took him deeper in her mouth while wrapping her hand around the base of his cock, stroking it.

Okay, now that was extremely sexy.

He was just so strong. So daring. So damn tempting.

Having Marcos under her, with his hand in her hair and his cock in her mouth, left her more than a little wet despite being very sore this morning. Who cared? He’d probably leave at the end of the day, because she wasn’t delusional enough to think he’d stay in a place like Garnet.

So she’d be sore and let her body remember him for as long as possible.

It was as if the two of them had been living in a fantasy for the past twelve hours. The outside world stopped existing, and it was as if time stood still, holding them in an alternate universe where she wasn’t too boring for him, and he wasn’t too dangerous for her.

For the moment, they were perfect together.

So she went down on him with a determination to make it as good for him now as it had been for her last night. Even when he started swearing in Spanish and using his hold on her hair to pull her off him, she held strong, sucking harder, stroking him faster. She grabbed his ass with her free hand, because it was a beautiful male ass—firm and round and made to hold on to.

He really should be an underwear model.

She wanted to taste him, and he finally gave up trying to fight her. Instead he held her close when his body jerked, and his cock pulsed in her hand. She savored the tangy male flavor of his cum against her tongue in a way she never had before. She liked the way he cursed in Spanish as he came, and then his words got softer, more affectionate when the tide started to recede. Now he stroked her hair rather than clutching it like a lifeline.

He fell lax under her when it was over. “You’re stubborn, cari?o.”

Katie flipped her hair back. She crawled over Marcos and straddled him once more. She reached for her coffee and took a sip. She noticed he didn’t have a complaint this time. He seemed a little too relaxed to bother as she admitted, “I am very stubborn. Ask anyone. It’s usually their chief complaint about me.”

“I like it.” He tugged a long strand of her hair. “A lot.”

“That’s why you’re perfect.” She grinned, enjoying how completely unselfconscious she was around him. It was such a rare commodity in her life. For some reason, she didn’t question for one minute that he liked her just as she was, wide hips, big ass, and all. She felt the same about him as she eyed his body under hers. She reached out and touched one of the stars on his shoulder. There was a matching one on the other shoulder. “What do these mean?”