Page 116 of Rare Blend
“What?” A blush starts to bloom across his face.
“Please,” I beg. “I only heard you speak it the one time, but it was really hot.”
Still blushing, he adjusts me so I’m lying on top of him, resting on his stomach.
“What do you want me to say?”
My shoulders lift, my own cheeks flushing. “I don’t know. Anything.”
“¿Dónde está la biblioteca?”(Where is the library?)
I snort, falling into a fit of laughter. His deep voice speaking Spanish might be the most endearing thing I’ve ever heard. Of all the things he could’ve said, he chose to speak the one phrase everyone learns on day one.
“What’s so funny?” His lips disappear as he bites them back to tamper down his amusement. “You said anything.”
“Say something else. Something you don’t learn in Spanish 101.”
Sighing, he breathes a laugh. “Fine, how about this? Eres muy hermosa.”(You are very beautiful)
“Better,” I muse, unable to contain my cheek splitting smile.
He playfully rolls his eyes. “Okay, one more. And then it’s your turn.” Some of the playfulness in his expression eases, and his eyes regard me tenderly. “No puedo imaginar mi vida sin ti.”(I can’t imagine my life without you.)
I scoot up and place a soft kiss to his lips. “Like I said. You’re a big ol’ softy.”
When I try to pull back, he keeps me in place, continuing to gently move his lips over mine while his fingers comb through my hair.
I take his bottom lip between my teeth and give him a little nibble. He responds by swatting my ass, forcing a yelp out of me while his brows quirk up.
“Your turn. Tell me something in Spanish and make it dirty.”
I shoot him a narrowed, mock glare. “Oh, you’re one ofthoseguys. I see how it is. You have a Latina fetish.”
“No.” His face scrunches. “I am not one ofthoseguys. I like hearing you talk, no matter the language. Ramble away, baby.”
My heart skips, surging into my throat. I’m overwhelmed by the way his words heal a part of me I didn’t realize was wounded.
“Just one sentence. Please,” he begs. He even throws in a pout.
How can I say no to that?
“One sentence. And only because I’m nice.”
His smile broadens, and it feels blinding with how bright it shines when it’s directed at me. For a man who makes it his business to scowl, that grumpy scowl has nothing on his smile.
I open my mouth to speak but hesitate for a moment. “Just so you know, my Spanish isn’t perfect. I’m only half-Mexican. Everyone always expects my Spanish to be perfect, because I don’t look half and then when it’s not, I’m a disappointment.”
His expression softens. “Baby, nothing you could ever say would be a disappointment to me. Fuck everyone else and their opinions.”
Warmth settles in my chest. But the longer I watch him, as he patiently waits for me to speak, the more that warmth travels down toward my stomach and lands between my thighs. He requested something dirty, and I think I can deliver.
“Siempre estoy mojada por ti.”(I’m always wet for you.)
He swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. “I guess I am one ofthoseguys.”
I snicker, pressing my head in his chest as I laugh. “I was only fulfilling your request. Did you like it?”
He rolls us so he’s on top of me, holding his weight with flexed arms on either side of my head. His veins branching across his forearm send my stomach into a somersault and force my thighs to involuntarily squeeze.
