Page 34 of Knot Made to Break: Part Two

“Look ahead,” he directed softly, nodding toward an upcoming turnoff. “There’s a scenic overlook just there. Pull in.”

I followed his direction, guiding the car off the main road and into a small paved area that overlooked the sprawling city below. My arms felt like jelly as I put the car in park.

Marco unbuckled his seatbelt and leaned across the center console as if it didn’t exist to capture my mouth in a deep, possessive kiss that stole what little breath I had left. His hand tangled in my hair, cradling my head.

“You’re incredible,” he murmured against my lips, his thumb tracing the curve of my cheek. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”

I gazed up at him, still dazed, still shuddering from the aftershocks. “Yes. Because you do the same thing to me.”

His eyes darkened at my words, pupils dilating as his hand tightened in my hair. The gentle tug sent another wave of pleasure through me, and I leaned into his touch, craving more.

“Someday, I want to take you right here,” Marco whispered against my lips. He kissed me again, slow and dirty. “Spread you across the hood of this car and make you scream my name again.”

The image his words painted made me shiver, my body responding eagerly despite having just climaxed moments before. I glanced around the overlook—it was deserted, offering a panoramic view of Silver City sprawled below us, buildings glinting in the afternoon sunlight.

“Someone could come,” I murmured, though the possibility only heightened the thrill of the idea.

Marco’s laugh was low and wicked. “That’s the point, Angel.”

Sliding his hand down my neck to rest on my collarbone, he brushed his thumb along the hollow of my throat where my pulse hammered.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” His voice dropped an octave, the rumble of it vibrating through me. “The risk of being caught. The rush of it.”

I couldn’t deny it. Something about being with Marco made me brave, made me want things I’d never allowed myself to want before. But was I brave enough?

I thought I might be.

He studied my face, eyes tracking over every feature. “There’s so much more to you than you let people see, Kit. I want to uncover every hidden part of you. Every secret desire. Every fantasy.”

His words sent a tremor through me that had nothing to do with the lingering pleasure and everything to do with fear—notof Marco, but of me. Of what might happen if I truly let go of all my carefully constructed walls and allowed myself to want without restraint.

“What if you don’t like what you find?” The question slipped out before I could stop it, raw and honest.

Marco’s expression softened, though the intensity in his eyes remained. “Angel, you’ve accepted all the darkest parts of me. Nothing about you could ever make me turn away.” He brushed his thumb across my bottom lip. “Besides, I’ve seen you kill to protect our family. I’ve watched you hold Tommy’s hand for days, refusing to leave his side. I know exactly who you are at your core.”

My breath caught. Emotion swelled in my chest, threatening to overwhelm me almost as much as the intensity of my orgasm had just moments before. I couldn’t speak past the lump in my throat.

Marco seemed to sense my struggle. He cupped my cheek with his palm, and I leaned into his touch, closing my eyes as I savored the feeling of being known so completely and still wanted.

“I love you, Marco.”

“Aw, Butterfly. I love you too.”

When I finally pulled back, a smile tugged at my lips. Something lighter bubbled up inside me—effervescent and fearless.

The tension of the hospital, the fear of losing Tommas, the constant vigilance—it all seemed distant up here on this mountain overlook, with only Marco and the open sky around us.

“So,” I hedged, feeling a bit breathless, “if you’re so eager to discover all my fantasies...”

Marco’s eyebrows shot up, interest immediately piqued. “Yeah?” The single word carried so much anticipation it made me laugh.

“I might have a new one…” I bit my lip.

The corners of his mouth curled upward into that dangerous smile I was coming to crave. “Is that right?” He leaned closer, his breath warm against my ear. “Tell me, Angel. What’s got that pretty mind of yours working overtime?”

I looked down at my hands, then back up at Marco through my lashes. “After what you just did to me...” The memory alone made my thighs press together. “I want to do the same for you. Whileyoudrive.”

Marco went completely still. His pupils dilated so quickly I could actually see it happen—the blue of his irises nearly disappearing as his mouth fell slightly open.

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