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He kissed the top of my head and tightened his hold on me. “Is it bad that I like having that effect on you?”

“I suspect I’m not the first girl to swoon at the sight of you in your chonies.”

I felt his laugh vibrate against my face again. “Chonies, huh? Tell me you live twenty miles from the Mexican border without telling me you live twenty miles from the Mexican border.”

In perfect Spanish, I told him, “I grew up in San Diego. I don’t remember ever calling underwear anything but chonies.”

He obviously understood me because he replied in equally perfect Spanish, “Me, too. Grew up here, that is. But I call my underwear, underwear or boxer-briefs.”

I leaned back to look at him when I switched back to English. “I didn’t realize you grew up here. How did that never come up in our letters?”

“That just means we still have a lot to talk about, dulzura,” he replied with a wink.

“Dulzura, huh?”

“Why not? It fits. Everything about you is sweet.”

I laid my head back against his chest, wanting to enjoy the closeness for just a few seconds more.

“Now I’m going to have to figure out what to call you.”

“How about galán?”

A snort escaped me, and I slapped a hand over my mouth, even as my body shook with laughter.

“What?” his voice went up an octave as if he were offended. “You don’t think I’m studly?”

I peeked up to find him grinning at me. But his face turned somber when I dragged my nails down his six-pack and murmured, “On the contrary. I think you’re the sexiest man I’ve ever met.”

His eyes grew dark as he wove his fingers in my hair, pulled my head back, and captured my mouth with his. Until now, his kisses had been soft and gentle, almost reverent. This kiss was rough and demanding, and he left no room for doubt that he was the one controlling it.

It was sexy as fuck and made me feel desired.

So did his hard cock that was pressed against my stomach.

“God, I want you,” he moaned against my lips as I subtly grinded against him.

“I want you, too,” I panted.

Suddenly, he stopped with a groan and pulled his fingers from my hair. “We have people waiting for us. I’m not rushing the first time we’re together.”

He had a point, although my wet panties made me want to argue a quickie might be just the ticket for our first time.

He obviously sensed my frustration, because he planted a soft kiss on my lips before murmuring, “I’ll make sure it’s worth the wait, sweetness.”

How could I say no to that?

“So does that mean you’re spending the night?”

The corner of his mouth hitched. “Does that mean I’m invited?”

I pressed my tits against him as I gently raked my nails down his back and breathed, “You are most definitely invited.”

Chapter Six

Sloane

We left her apartment and headed to the Ocean Front Walk to meet up with my friends.

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