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He's not kidding. Holy crap.
Gray: Had I known you were out there, I would have waited. I should have waited.
Me: I'm a virgin.
Like a dork, I drop my phone and slap my hand over my mouth as soon as I hit send. My heart threatens to beat out of my chest. I can't believe I told him that.
Gray: Take it easy on me,querida. My balls already hurt.
I giggle like a crazy person.
Gray: Spend the day with me? And before you think I'm just trying to get in your pants, I'm pretty sure my dick has hives. I just want to spend time with you.
Me: We should probably get you to the emergency room.
Gray: With hives on my dick? Yeah, no. I'd rather not have to explain that one to the world.
Me: Good point.
Gray: So…is that a yes?
Is it a yes? Do I want to spend the day with him? Yes. Should I? Probably not.
Me: Yes.
"Jesus,querida," he groans two hours later, looking me up and down like I'm a juicy steak. For a man with poison ivy, he looks pretty good himself. He's dressed in jeans and a t-shirt that does delicious things to the muscles inhis upper arms and shoulders. "You gotta warn a man before you show up looking that good."
I smile, feeling like a teenager on her first date. It's ten in the morning on a Saturday so I didn't go too crazy, but I did take time with my appearance this morning. My hair is in a French braid, and I put on a little mascara and blush. I'm wearing a flirty red cold-shoulder top, a pair of dark jeans that make my butt look good, and ballet flats.
"This is for you," I say, holding out a plastic shopping bag.
"What is it?"
"Stuff for your…junk," I say, nodding at his groin.
"You were thinking about my dick," he says, grinning ear to ear.
I roll my eyes and smack him in the chest with the bag, which makes him laugh and grab it from me. He holds his free hand out to me. When I slip mine into it, he tugs me toward him over the threshold. Once I'm practically pressed up against him with sparks leaping between us, he tilts his head down and skims his nose along the side of my face.
"Goddamn, you smell good," he growls against my ear before placing a kiss on my cheek. His stubble feels good against my skin. His hand drifts around my waist, tugging me closer. "My dick already feels better,querida."
My stomach bottoms out, my nipples hardening.
"Gray," I whisper, not sure if I'm trying to stop him or tell him to keep going.
"I just want to hug you, angel," he says, his voice soft. "I missed you."
His arms settle around me and I lay my head against his shoulder. It feels…nice. Better than that, actually. Hugging him is peaceful, and sexy, and amazing all at the same time. He's rock hard everywhere, but somehow soft and warm like a giant teddy bear.
"Saudade," I whisper, only realizing when I say it how much I mean it.
"Saudade," he says against my ear. "What does that mean?"
"It means…" I pause, not sure how to explain. It's a feeling more than anything, the intense longing you feel when someone important to you is out of reach. "There is no direct translation, really. The English don't have a word for it. But roughly speaking, it means my heart felt your absence."
"My heart felt your absence," he repeats like he's testing it out. And then I feel his lips at my ear again. "Yeah, I like that.Saudade, querida."
I shiver, melting into him.
