“Saying things I can’t understand.”
I shake my head. “I can’t stop speaking Spanish. It’s my first language.”
Her wet lashes bat twice, and she sniffs again. “I don’t really want you to stop,” she says, looking surprised.
I frown down at her. “You just said—”
“I said you had to stop saying things I can’t understand,” she says, her expression clear, sure. “I think, sometimes, you’ll say something in Spanish so I won’t know what you mean.”
She’s got me there. But I keep my mouth shut to see where this goes.
Millie tilts her head to the side and looks to the ceiling. “I mean, half the time, I think you’re just cursing or exclaiming—”
I laugh because it’s true.
“But the rest of the time, I think you just don’t want me to know what’s going on inside your head.”
I still. “You want to know what’s going on inside my head?”
Millie’s eyes glisten. “Yeah.” She nods, sounding kind of awed. Maybe even surprised. Her smile lights a hidden place in my chest. “I want to know. More than I want to know anything else.”
More than I want to know anything else.
That light in my chest spreads in all directions. It warms every cell. My arms encircle her, and I draw them in a little tighter.
“Let me show you what’s inside my head,” I whisper. I melt closer to her, moving slowly so she knows what’s coming, giving her a choice, the chance to refuse. But she doesn’t, and my lips land on hers like they’ve been called home.
At first, I just let her feel the heat she’s given me. Her lips are cool, her face still damp from her tears. She sighs at the contact, and I know she can feel it. Heat builds, and then I part her lips with my tongue, taste their silken sweetness.
Her breath goes choppy. It passes over me, speaking words all its own, saying again what she’s just spoken out loud. She wants to know.
She wants to know me.
And I want more than to know. I want to see. Hear. Taste. Touch.
Love.
I want to offer. Promise. Shield. Fulfill. Bind.
Give.
I want to love and give. Tonight. Tomorrow. Twenty years from now.
But I also want to keep my word. I don’t want her to misunderstand me and think I’ve talked her into being here just so I can seduce her.
“Mmmm,” I moan at the thought of seducing her. How delicious that will be. One day.
“Paciencia,”I tell myself, breaking from her mouth. I lean back and stare into her eyes. Millie’s pupils are dark pools ringed in sapphire blue.
She licks her lips, making my cock twitch, and swallows. “What?” she breathes. “What’d you say?”
“Patience,” I tell her, wanting to etch in my memory the way desire paints her beauty. “I can be patient.”
“You can?” Does she sound disappointed?
“I can,” I promise.
Her chest rises and falls, and then she nods, seeming to recover and think better of it. “Good. That’s good.”
