After mumbling for her to play along, he tilted his head and touched Cam’s lips with his. Despite her ‘take no shit’ attitude, her lips were soft and undeniably feminine. But she continued to be deliberately stiff and unresponsive, unwilling to play along, so he tightened his grip on the back of her head and nibbled her lower lip. Some of the tension eased from Cam’s body; but it wasn’t enough to convince anyone here that they were both horny, and desperate to be naked, which was what his reputation required.
He decided to play dirty.
He reached a finger to the west and manipulated the water particles under Cam’s shirt until they froze, and then swept them across her nipples. As expected, she gasped and Marco took advantage, plunging his tongue inside of her mouth. As he stroked his tongue against hers, he felt Cam’s claws lightly scrape against his chest through the thin fabric of his shirt. The light sting felt good, and he wanted more.
He hauled her up against him until her heat and scent surrounded him. The taste of Cam was surprisingly addictive, and it made his cock harder. Not caring that she could feel his desire, and aware that he may never have this chance again, he angled her head and took the kiss deeper.
The tension eased out of Cam’s body, but she still refused to participate. Marco resisted a growl and tightened his grip on her hip. He wanted her to kiss him back.
But she didn’t. He’d finally found a woman who made him want to act the way his reputation declared, and she wasn’t interested.
They’d kissed long enough to suit his cover ID, so before he did something stupid, like straddle her across his cock and rub up against her, Marco reluctantly began to retreat. But then Cam’s tongue, although hesitant, lightly brushed against his. He resisted a groan, afraid he might scare her off. Instead, he flicked his tongue against hers again, and retreated. Her response was stronger this time, and it killed him to wonder if she were playing along or responding of her own free will.
Her nails dug deeper into his chest and he was about to see if he could make her engage more when someone said in Spanish, “I was wondering when we’d see you again, Felipe. I’d started to think you’d found a new hangout.”
Silently cursing Ynez, the waitress, Marco pulled away from Cam and noticed the flush on her cheeks and the dazed look in her eyes. Clearly, she’d been affected as much as he, although, she was better at hiding it. He winked at Cam to let her know that this was far from over before he pasted a grin on his face, looked at Ynez, and said, “No, my lovely, it would take a thousand horses to drag me away from the stars alight in your eyes.” He winked and Ynez giggled. “I had business elsewhere.”
While Marco had never said outright that he was part of a drug cartel, everyone inside of La Noche assumed it. The cover ID of Felipe Herrera had saved him a time or two in the past.
Ynez leaned forward and placed a plate of panuchos, his usual, down in front of him. With Cam sitting on his lap, and Marco unsure of whether she was watching him or not, he hesitated to keep up his character and have her believe that he was exactly what his reputation proclaimed. He wasn’t exactly sure why it mattered since his reputation kept anyone from suspecting he was an Elemental Master.
I’m being ridiculous. Of course he would do what was necessary. At least Cam wouldn’t understand Spanish. Nevertheless, if she asked him for the truth later, he would give it to her. He had a feeling that if he ever lied to her from this point onward, what tentative trust she’d given him today would vanish irreparably.
And he still needed to hear about that man who’d frightened her in the street.
Pushing aside his reluctance, Marco deliberately stared down Ynez’s shirt before meeting her eyes again with another smile. Ynez leaned forward and whispered, “If you want better company later, you know where to find me.”
He gave her a heated look. “I’ll keep that in mind, lovely.”
Ynez gave a slow smile, looked away from his face to something on his right before turning and walking away, her hips swaying in invitation.
When Marco’s lips had touched hers, Cam had gone still, unsure of what to do. Her instinct to avoid drawing attention to herself in public had been too strong to simply push him away. Yet she didn’t like being drawn into a cover ID without her consent, if that was indeed what Marco had been doing.
But then he’d caressed her nipples with ice, and she couldn’t help but gasp. The sensation was oddly stimulating, not that she would admit it to Marco. Especially since the moment her mouth opened, he’d thrust his tongue inside.
She’d started thinking of all of the ways to eviscerate him when he started to stroke her tongue and the action sent a jolt through her body, straight to her core. Her claws lightly scored his chest and the motions of his tongue continued to send heat through her body. The taste of Marco invaded her mouth, making her body scream for more.
It had been years since a man had kissed her; but even then, she’d never felt as hot and bothered as she was now.
His tongue started to retreat, and she barely resisted a sound of protest. She didn’t want him to stop. It might be a long time before she was kissed again, and she missed the feeling of a man wanting her. Right here, right now, she didn’t care if it was all an act. As she’d done with every other aspect of her life, she would take what she wanted.
She stroked her tongue against his. If Marco was going to use her as a prop for his cover ID, then she would use him too—no strings, no attachment, just an opportunity to appease her desire.
Cam retreated, but Marco tangled his tongue right back with hers, his hand around her waist drawing her closer until her breasts brushed his chest. She resisted a moan at the contact, her nipples already hypersensitive from Marco’s icy caress.
Just as she was about to run a hand up Marco’s chest and into his hair, she heard a woman’s voice. Marco broke the kiss, looked at her face, and smiled. He’d ended the kiss so abruptly that she hadn’t had a chance to regain her composure and banish the emotions from her face. When Marco winked at her, she knew she was in trouble.
This is a one-time thing. That’s it. There was no way she was going to complicate her mission by sleeping with one of her colleagues, no matter how much he turned her on. Especially since Marco liked to be in control; and she wasn’t about to fight him over who was in charge for the entirety of the
ir Talent-searching mission.
Thankfully, Marco looked away, relieving her of his scrutiny, and leaned around her to see who had spoken.
After two deep breaths to regain her composure, Cam turned her head to find a beautiful, curvy woman in her twenties, the plate in her hand identifying her as a waitress. Even though she and Marco were speaking in Spanish, their tone and body language screamed some kind of flirty back and forth. When the woman leaned over more than was necessary, displaying a clear view down her top, Marco’s eyes followed. Any lingering heat Cam had from their kiss vanished. What was happening right in front of her was exactly the reason she’d resisted Marco’s charm.
Embarrassment for giving in to him in the first place rushed forth. She’d just have to make sure it didn’t happen again.
The woman’s gaze moved over to Cam, flicking to her scars and simple braid, her eyes telling Cam that she didn’t see what Marco saw in her, and that Cam was nothing more than a one-off whim. She willed herself to keep her face calm, not wanting to give the slutty bitch the satisfaction of affecting her.