The Viper (Untamed Hearts #1)(48)
“Fuck your neighbor. Please. You need it. Desperately.”
Chuito slammed the front door rather than respond. Marcos looked out the window, watching his cousin storm to his car. He locked the front door when he saw the headlights go on.
Then he downed the rest of his drink, thinking if Chuito really did have more self-control than any other muchacho that * Wyatt Conner knew, he sure didn’t want to meet his other friends.
His cousin was an atomic bomb waiting to go off, and Marcos seemed to be the only one who knew it.
Marcos found Katie in the shower, with the hot steam billowing up around her, making her seem almost dreamlike. He could see the way her hair clung to her bare back, like chestnut waterfalls against her pale skin. The deep curve in her waist. The flare of her hips. Her ass was nice and round, and it made him just want to grab it every time she walked by.
Co?o, she was beautiful.
He kicked off his shoes and grabbed the collar to his shirt at the same time.
“You coming in?”
“Yeah, I need a shower worse than you do.” He tossed his shirt aside and then tugged at the button to his jeans. “Is there enough hot water?”
“There’s plenty.”
Katie stepped back when he opened the door, letting him have the spray. Something about that didn’t sit well with Marcos. She was too nice, and it bothered him. He wasn’t used to a woman like her, so completely trusting it didn’t enter her mind that her ex was here to hurt her.
What would have happened if Marcos wasn’t there?
For the first time, he really allowed himself to think about it. He was used to women like his Aunt Sofia, who’d stab someone with a kitchen knife without thinking if they broke in. Who was Marcos kidding? His Aunt Sofia would shoot the dumbass who tried to break into her house.
But Katie, he wasn’t so sure.
“You don’t give me the water,” he said as he stood behind her, turning her toward the spray, letting it roll down the curve of her breasts. “You’re supposed to say, ‘Chico, if you want the water, you stand behind me.’”
“Why would I do that?” Katie turned her head and frowned at him. “You just said you needed it.”
“It doesn’t matter what I need.” He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her tight against him, allowing her to feel his cock that had hardened the moment he saw her naked. “You’re a woman. You got what I want. Use it against me every chance you can get.”
“I’m not doing that.”
“Yes, you are. I’m gonna make you.” He draped his other arm over her front, sliding it between the valley of her breasts as he held her possessively. “You scared me tonight.”
“You didn’t look scared.”
He reached up and grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him. He stared at her eyes—soft honey-colored eyes, trusting eyes. They were framed with long eyelashes that made her too kind for his sanity.
“I was scared,” he assured her as he ran a thumb over her lip. “I don’t want you talking to your ex anymore. Promise.”
“I work with him,” she reminded him.
“I don’t care.” He kissed her, and she parted her lips to let him slip his tongue past them. When he pulled away she leaned in, silently begging for more, but he resisted and said, “Get him fired.”
“I can’t do that.”
“Sí, you can. He tried to attack you. Make sure he’s fired for it.”
“I’m not going to ruin his life,” Katie argued. “I don’t think he would attack me. I honestly don’t. He was probably just mad I was ignoring him and—”
“Get him fired,” Marcos reiterated a third time. “Promise me.”
“I already told you I promised enough.” She arched an eyebrow at him. “Wash my back?”
That idea distracted him enough to grab the soap off the dish in front of her. He used the shower spray to make his hands nice and soapy before he rubbed the bar down between her breasts. It felt so good to touch her, to see his tanned hands against her pale stomach. They didn’t match, but he liked the contrast better.
He used his other hand to trace the line of her *, making her toss her head back against his shoulder. “Why do you wax, chica?”
“I’ve been doing it for years. I did it once on a dare in college. Grayson hated it. Told me he never wanted me to do it again. As you can tell, I don’t like being told what to do.”
“You’re stubborn,” he agreed as he dropped the soap, deciding he could wash her back after he was done with her. He crossed his arm over the front of her again, letting it rest between her breasts and wrap around her waist, holding her up as he used his other hand to get her off. “I think the wax is sexy.”
“Really?” She was breathless, but her voice was playful. “You’ve said it a few times, but I wasn’t sure.”
“Very sexy,” he assured her.
He fell back against the wall with her, because he was turned on and crashing from almost getting arrested. The coconut rum was choosing now to hit him because he didn’t drink that much these days. Certainly not like he had when he was younger.
He was getting soft in his old age.
But it didn’t really matter, because he had a very wet, very lush gringa in his arms, looking like a goddess with the water hitting her and her head tossed back against his shoulder.