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"You can't just say that," I whisper.
"I just said it. And Camila? You should know I meant it too."
"I…" I try to come up with a response but can't.
"Don't freak out," he orders me.
Gray Larsen is, hands down, the most awkward, bossy man I've ever met. And I think I love it. No, I know I love it. Crap. My mama is going to kill me.
"I'm not freaking out," I say, which is true. There is an entire flock of butterflies in my stomach and my heart is dancing the samba against my ribcage, but I don't feel like running or fighting him or telling him it'll never happen. Honestly, I kind of feel like doing a dance and squealing like a schoolgirl.
"You want to be mine, don't you?"
I hesitate for a split second before I nod.
"I like knowing that," he growls, those wicked gray eyes locked on my lips. "Tell me I can kiss you now, Camila. I'm dying to claim that mouth."
"Me beija," I whisper in Portuguese and then in English. "Kiss me, Gray."
Chapter Five
Gray
"Me beija," Camila whispers in Portuguese and then repeats it in English. "Kiss me, Gray."
I don't make her say it twice. Kissing this woman is all I've thought about for days. Okay, it's not all I've thought about. I've thought about a lot more than just kissing her. But this is a damn good place to start.
I cup her cheek in my hand and tilt her head back, angling it just so. Her eyes flutter closed, her plump lips parting on a soft sigh of surrender. I brush mine against them, gently at first, eager to savor this moment. Her lips are soft and sweet. So is the way she shivers in my arms, pressing those tits against my chest.
God, I could get lost in this brilliant woman and not regret a second of it. I knew on day one that she was going to besomething special, but I didn't know I'd fall this hard and this fast for her. It's been less than a week, and I'm already totally fucking gone for her. Getting her on the same page is my goal in life now. I won't be satisfied until she's mine in every way, as crazy in love as I am.
I touch my tongue to her bottom lip, growling when my dick throbs. She even tastes like spicy candy. It's my favorite kind. She's my favorite kind of everything. She's sassy and smart, but sweet as can be. She loves her family and is so proud of Adrian, who she calls her brother. Her job is tough, but she works her ass off for her clients. She gives as good as she gets and doesn't take any shit.
Everything about her is sexy. It's not just physical, though she's gorgeous. It's her confidence, her personality, and the way she carries herself. She's comfortable with her curves and with herself and knows exactly who she is and what she wants in life. I love that.
I hook my free arm around her waist, seaming her body to mine as I deepen the kiss. The way she mewls into my mouth and sinks her fingers into my hair has precum leaking into my boxers in a steady drip. My ass has hives on it, but they aren't bothering me. Hell, I honestly forgot about them as soon as she stepped foot inside my house.
"Goddamn, angel," I growl against her lips before plunging my tongue inside her mouth to devour her alive. She's going to be my favorite snack from now on. When I need something sweet, I'll be searching for her, trying to get a taste of her.
She's tentative at first, as if she doesn't have a lot of practice kissing anyone—which makes me happy as hell—but her confidence grows quickly. She mimics my movements, touching her tongue to mine and then dancing it along my bottom lip in a way that has me ready to toss her down on the island and see just how loud she can scream for me.
"Gray, oh my gosh," she groans, trembling when I break from her lips to kiss a trail down her neck. I tug her shirt down a little, revealing the tops of her breasts. And fuck me if they aren't the prettiest things I've ever seen. They spill over the top of her pretty pink bra, refusing to be contained.
"I can't wait to get my mouth on these," I mutter, planting kisses all over the exposed swells. I palm her ass, gripping it tight. It's so round and juicy. I'm going to have my mouth all over it too, I already know it. I've never considered myself a tits or ass man, and now I know why. Because I'm both. But only when it's her tits and her ass.
"What…what's stopping you?" she gasps, pulling at my hair as if to guide me lower.
"Angel," I groan, shoving my hand down the back of her pants to squeeze her ass without her pants in the way. Her flesh is soft and warm. Cum spurts into my boxers when I dip lower and feel how wet her thighs are for me. She's soaked. And I desperately want to rip her pants down her legs and bury my face between her cheeks from behind. But I can't.
I squeeze her ass again, kissing my way back up to claim her lips in another deep kiss. She clings to me, letting me take her mouth like it belongs to me. She might not be ready to admit it yet, but itdoesbelong to me. Just like mine belongs to her. So long as I have a say in it, I'll be the only man she ever kisses, the only one she ever mewls and whimpers for in that sultry voice.
By the time I'm done with her, I'm going to be the only man she wants to hear make those sounds.
It takes every bit of willpower I have to stop when all I want to do is keep going. But I'm not going to fuck this up now, not when she's still not sure if she trusts me yet. I back off to nibble on her lips before breaking the kiss.
"You stopped," she pouts when I tuck her head into the crook of my neck and simply hold her in my arms. I smile at howdisappointed she sounds. Maybe, just maybe, she's closer than I thought.
"Yeah, I did,querida." I skim my nose down her temple, addicted to the way she trembles when I do that, and to the way her scent fills my lungs when I do. "My dick is ready to break off, he wants in you so bad, but we can't."
