Chapter 19. Pleasure

Lucia POV

Marco steps in front of me, his hand grasping my chin. "Calm." His single word is soft, and my eyes go from his eyes to his lips. God, I want to taste him. What is wrong with me? My lips part, and his eyes gaze down at them.

His nose touches mine, and my mind begins to scream. Slowly, his lips find mine. He begins to kiss me deeply, our needy breaths mingling and entwining. His hand slides up my back slowly, his hand feeds through my hair, and his other wraps around my waist, pulling me into his body.

My breathing hitches, a small moan escaping my lips. My hand raises, and slowly, my fingers stroke through his hair as his tongue caresses mine. His body pushes me back against the wall, our lips massaging each other. The smell of whiskey and himself floods me, and a small cry floods from my throat.

I feel his hand pull the towel from around my waist before he lifts me and carries me to the be