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"Because you have poison ivy," she says.
"I don't actually have it on my dick, just my ass," I say, smiling at how cute she is when she's pouting about not getting what she wants. "But that's not why."
"Oh. Then why?"
"Because if I didn't stop, you'd be sprawled across the island while I ate you for breakfast," I growl in her ear before nipping her lobe with my teeth. "And I promised you this wasn't about getting you naked, so we're not doing that."
"Oh," she whispers, her voice so full of disappointment I chuckle.
"When you trust me, I'll eat that little thing until we're both satisfied," I promise. "But not until. Understand?"
She pulls back to look at me. Her pretty eyes are dilated with desire but still somehow so somber and serious too. "Promise me that you aren't going to break my heart," she whispers, vulnerability sparking in her expression. "Because you could do it so easily, Gray."
"That'll never happen, angel." I cup her cheek in my palm again, rubbing soothing circles against her skin. "When you decide to give me your heart, I'll guard it with my fucking life.Estou apaixonado por você."
"Gray," she gasps, her lips parting slightly.
"It's true. I'm falling for you, Camila Gomes. And I don't plan to stop anytime soon."
"I…" Her wide-eyed gaze flits over my face again before she swallows hard and nods.
I press another soft kiss to her lips, unable to stop myself. And then I'm unable to stop myself from taking another small taste of her mouth. She's exactly like candy, both addictive and sweet as hell. I've never been a sugar addict, but I'm already a Camila addict.
"Gray?"
"Yeah,querida?"
"I think I'm falling for you too," she says.
I've never heard a more perfect sentence in my life. I feel it resonating in my soul, lighting up portions of it I never knew existed until this moment. If this is what my dad was talking about when he tried to explain the way it feels to find the right woman, he didn't do it justice.
"That's good, angel," I murmur, kissing her again. "That's real good."
We stand in the kitchen for a few more minutes, cuddling, and then I reluctantly release her. "Come on," I murmur, taking her hand in mine again. "Let me show you the rest of the house."
"You are such acheater!" Camila cries, jumping to her feet when I zoom over the finish line while she's still half a lap behind. She tosses a handful of popcorn across the couch at me. The popcorn misses by a mile and lands all over the couch and floor instead. I don't give a fuck.
"It's not my fault you don't know how to playMario Kart," I say, shrugging a shoulder as I set my controller aside and stand up, prowling toward her. "You're terrible at this game, Camila."
"Am not," she says, backing up a step. "I just let you win."
"Oh. You let me win, huh?" I chuckle, watching the way she feints right and then left like she's going to try to dodge around me before I can get my hands on her again. It won't do her any good. Even without skates, I'm fast as fuck.
We've been in the game room in the basement for the last two hours. My girl is competitive. She's also terrible at video games, pool, air hockey, and foosball. But I'll play her any day just to see her laughing like she has for the last couple hours. She's a little spitfire when she gets riled up.
She seems to realize there's nowhere for her to go that doesn't put her in arm's reach, so she decides to stand her ground. The basement is small, but it's my favorite room in the house, decorated with all the memorabilia I've collected over the years.
I've spent a lot of time down here over the years, but today is the best of them.
Camila cocks a hip to the side and plants her hand on it, hitting me with a warning look I fully intend to ignore. "I didn't want to emasculate you, Mr. Professional Athlete," she sasses me. "I figured the rash on your ass was embarrassing enough without adding being beaten by a girl on top of it."
"That's awful big talk for a woman on a two-hour losing streak with chalk dust on her nose," I say, stalking toward her.
She reaches up and brushes her finger over her nose, huffing when she sees the blue chalk dust on her fingers from the pool cue. "How long was that there?"
"Since our first pool game."
"You're evil."
