The Viper (Untamed Hearts #1)(80)

“All of it.” He rubbed a thumb over her bottom lip, making her shudder against her will. “Say you’ll take me back. Say you love me too.”

“I wouldn’t have moved here if I wasn’t willing to take you back,” Katie whispered softly. “Sí.” She touched his eyebrow again, deciding that she could handle a little dangerous. “Yes, Marcos, to all of it. I love you too.”

He sucked in a startled breath, as if he hadn’t really expected it. “Really?”

“Really.” She nodded, giving him a shy smile.

“I still feel like shit for not texting you back.” He glanced away again. “I wanted to. I guess I just felt like you were better off without me. I probably don’t deserve your love. I want it, but I don’t deserve it.”

“You can make it up to me right now if it’s bothering you so much,” she said as she tilted her head, admiring him, because he really did look amazing, with those thick, tattooed biceps stretching the sleeves of his shirt. “Now is always a good place to start on the future.”

“You want it?” he asked, grinning.

“Yes.” She nodded again, but then added playfully, “But I sort of want you to admit that I’m stronger first.”

“You’re stronger than me, chica. I mean that,” he assured her. “Much stronger.”

“Okay, then.” Katie couldn’t help the pleased smile that tugged at her lips. “Come prove to me how much you missed it.”

Marcos picked up both the plates and set them on the nightstand, and then he grabbed the back of his shirt, tugging it off in one fluid motion. He tossed it aside and leaned into her, fisting her hair once more and licking at the curve of her neck as if he couldn’t resist it.

She fell back against the bed and arched her back at the feel of his weight over her again. He pulled her shirt down, exposing the curve of her tits, and then licked at them with the same ravenous hunger.

“I don’t have condoms,” he whispered against the valley between her breasts and then licked at the other one as if he couldn’t get enough her. “Like my Tía said, I haven’t exactly been a chica magnet since I left, but we can fool around. I can get you off.” He pushed one hand under her skirt and rubbed a thumb over the line of her * through the fabric of her panties. “Does that work?”

“Marcos—” She was going to argue with him, but then he slipped a hand into her panties and touched her. “Oh God!”

“Así mojada.” He groaned as one finger slid between her folds and then pushed in. “So wet,” he repeated in English. “You missed me too, cari?o. Didn’t you?”

“God, yes,” she panted and then tugged on his hair, because he was still licking and kissing all the exposed skin he could find. “Forget the condoms.”

He lifted his head and frowned at her. “What?”

“You said you weren’t a thug anymore,” she argued.

“I—” He paused as if unsure what to do with that. “I’m still a thug, Katie. That shit lasts a lifetime. I can’t get out of it completely.”

“Do we need condoms?” she asked him curiously.

“Well, no, I’ve been tested since I got into the fight that caused this.” He gestured to his eyebrow. “And Chuito made sure the other guy was tested at the hospital. He was clean, but—”

“You put someone in the hospital?”

“It was an accident. He ended up okay.”

Katie knew she shouldn’t get a thrill off it, but she did, and she couldn’t help but smile. “Dangerous.”

“Sometimes,” he agreed as he tilted his head and eyed her tits.

“I’m on the pill. Forget the condoms,” she said firmly. “Make me yours.”

He sucked in another sharp breath and lifted his head, staring at her as his muscular chest rose and fell harshly. Katie decided she didn’t want him to think about it too much. Apparently three months was a bit too long for Marcos, because she could almost taste the need when she threaded her hands in his hair and forced his lips back to hers. He fell over her and kissed her back, pushing his tongue in and owning her mouth.

Katie’s clothes ended up on the ground really fast, and then she was naked on Marcos’s bed, spread out and desperate as he took his time relearning her body. Sucking on her nipples. Nipping at her hipbone. Caressing her bare thighs. Cupping her ass as he moved down and kissed the top of her *, softly, reverently, as if he really did crave being right where he was at that moment. “Eres bella.”

“Gracias.” She smiled as she caressed his hair and looked down at him, thinking he was beautiful too, and she told him, “Tu eres bello también.”

“Que linda. So cute,” he said with a grin. “I like the way you say it.”

She groaned. “It sounds bad. Chuito says it sounds bad.”

“No.” He shook his head as his smile widened. “I like accents. They’re sexy.”

“I like accents too,” she assured him.

“I don’t have an accent,” he argued with a frown. “Do I?”

“Un poco.” She squeezed her fingers together, showing him that it was small, but still noticeable. “When you’re mad…or turned on.”