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Sure, that was a good excuse. “A little.”
He eased the blankets from beneath her and then covered her up before he walked to the bookcase and opened a book. He grabbed a foil-wrapped condom from the inside, then put it back while Daisy admired the line of muscle that ran along the side of his abdominals and the tight curve of his butt.
He turned and saw her watching. “You like how I look?”
“Yes. What book was that?”
Spider smiled. “North American Birdwatching.”
“Oh, that’s nice.” She was trying to be cool, but seeing so much of Spider’s skin was starting to break her. She wanted to touch all of it. From the swirling flourishes that framed his neck to the roman numerals on his shoulders, the Aztec circle on his elbow, and the flames on his forearm.
And that was only one arm. His entire body was a work of art.
“You’re so handsome.” She sat up, holding the covers to her chest as she scooted over to make room for him on the narrow bed.
“Princesa…,” he murmured. “If you think I’m okay to look at, then that’s all I give a shit about.” He shoved down his jeans and boxers, and then slid into bed before she could look at him for too long.
They were under the covers, skin to skin, and Daisy felt like she was about to explode. “So, um, I’ve never… I mean, I’ve had sex, but I never was able to come just from that.”
He took her mouth in a long, luscious kiss that stole the last thoughts from her mind. “Yeah, that’s not a big deal. A lot of girls can’t come that way.” He reached down and put on the condom. “That’s why ladies always come first.” The corner of his mouth turned up. “Plus that really fucking turns me on. Please tell me you like it.”
She nodded, but that was all she could manage before he was kissing her again, working his way down her body until he got to her breasts, which he also seemed to be very excited about.
Daisy had never come from just sex, but she decided Spider might just be able to change that. She stopped trying to predict what he was going to do, held on to his shoulders, and let him do whatever he wanted to her body because it all felt incredibly good.
When he finally slid inside her, she’d come twice from his hands and his mouth. She decided she might need glasses because she could no longer see straight, and then Spider was in her, his eyes locked on her face, and everything came into focus.
She would love this man for the rest of her life.
She would do anything for him. Fight any battle. Climb over every obstacle.
Spider was hers.
And she was never letting him go.
Chapter 12
Spider was staringat the duffel bag again.
Give me time.
It had already been six days since Chino had found him. Daisy had asked him for time, but the itch to pack his shit and run was nearly overwhelming. It was Friday afternoon, and Spider wasn’t working. A week ago, he would have called Daisy and told her to come over after the café closed at three. He liked watching her when she talked about her day, liked to watch her face when she told stories.
Everything about Daisy was animated. She talked with her hands, she imitated voices, and she laughed so damn much.
It was a weird and humbling feeling to love someone who was such a good person.
She loves you too.
Spider wanted to believe it, but like it had been with Betsy, it was taking time to sink in.
The duffel bag stared at him, a black eye narrowed and watching him from the corner by his closet. His grandmother’s medallion sat in a small dish in the center of the card table, and underneath it was the card that the priest at Saint Mark’s had given him when he’d caught Spider sketching on the program before mass.
Someone knocked at the door, and Spider nearly jumped to his feet. He walked on cat feet to the narrow kitchen window and peeked out. Daisy would have announced herself; so would Bill. He wasn’t expecting company, and Chino’s visit had shaken him.
He saw a Mexican man of medium build with a full head of silver-black hair and a collared plaid shirt. The man was wearing worn jeans and work boots that were a long way from new.
Whoever he was, he didn’t look like he knew Chino.
