“I’m in no rush,” he said, giving me a nudge.
I nudged him back. “Listo?” I asked him in Spanish if he was ready. His Audi was parked two rows down.
“Si,” he nodded, grabbing my hand.
Him speaking Spanish… Dear God. It would never get old.
We made our way to the car and got into the back. The driver must have turned it on when we’d walked out of the restaurant because the inside was nice and cool. Rey slid in after me, draping an arm over my shoulder. I tipped my head up to whisper, “I’m curious, when can you apply to get your license back?”
“In two months,” he replied, looking down at me.
“Are you going to get a new one?”
Rey raised a single shoulder. “If we’re here.”
If we’re here. The togetherness of his statement sent a chill down my spine. Two weeks ago, I would have laughed if someone told me I’d be sitting in the back of Rey’s Audi with his arm around me, talking about him following me to a different country. Yet here we were, and it made me feel so lame that I couldn’t find it in me to put up more of a fight. “You really will come with me?” I asked. “Even if I end up in Poland?”
“You won’t end up in Poland but if you did, then yes, I would still go with you.” He nudged me.
“What are you going to do? I don’t want you to get bored or hate me—“
“I can do whatever I want. I’ve enjoyed my career and nothing would make me happier than to see you enjoy yours. Understand?” Rey raised his thick, brown eyebrows at me, as his hand slid all the way down until he reached my bare thigh.
“I don’t see how I could get bored when I’ll have to keep you out of starting fights all the time.”
“Oh please.” I laughed.
“You’re a troublemaker, schnecke.” He grinned, the rough calluses on his fingertips brushed over my kneecaps as he shifted in his seat to get a better reach.
Rolling my eyes, I shook my head. “Whatever. I just want you to be happy. I think I can handle your circus—”
“You can and you will,” he cut me off, trailing a line down my shin with his fingertips. His entire body was angled toward mine.
I barely restrained myself from rolling my eyes. “But I want to make sure you can handle mine.”
Those swamp-colored eyes seemed to swallow me whole. His fingers went over my calf, squeezing the muscle lightly. His big hand kneaded my calf again. “There is nothing I’m not willing to do for you.”
I was suddenly so thankful I’d put on one of my nicer dressy shorts instead of jeans. I shivered, arching my back without even realizing it. He was the one that made my chest tighten. The person whose face both seemed to be able to make me scream in anger, and within days make me feel like I was living a dream.
“Sal,” he drawled in a low rumble, sucking me out of my quiet admiration. His hand crawled back up my leg and onto my thigh, slowly slinking up the material of my shorts to caress the skin there. Kulti squeezed the meaty, muscular part of my hamstring before shifting me forward on the seat so that his fingers could slide even deeper into the confines of my bottoms.
I hissed when the tips of his fingers grazed my bare ass, dipping under the damp cotton of my underwear. “Rey, wait.”
“No,” he said, toying with the band. “I’ve waited long enough.”
“Your driver can hear us,” I whispered, way too self-conscious about the man sitting three feet away.
He let out a grunt that I took as acceptance until his mouth covered mine, a deep groan rattled in his chest. Hot wet lips grazed over my parted ones as he gripped my leg tightly. It was endless. His full mouth was the Pacific Ocean; it was huge and dark and wide and so, so easy to get lost in. The little pleased noises he was making sucked me out into his ocean even deeper.
He pulled away for a minute, swiping his hot tongue over my lip. He moved his hand to grip the width of my thigh, pulling my legs apart. “He has headphones in,” he said against my skin, pressing those perfect, straight white teeth into my skin. Kulti dragged his teeth over the curve of my jaw and the column of my throat, where he paused and bit gently.
I sucked in a breath and jerked away just a little, conscious of the driver who seemed to be minding his own business, but… “Rey, I showered early this morning. I probably smell.”
Rey took a quick inhale that had me break out in a shiver, the tip of his nose a brush on my neck. “You don’t.” I would have sworn the tip of his tongue touched my skin.
Oh my.
My hips shifted forward in the seat on their own, searching for his hand, for his groin, anything and everything, while he moved down to bite where my neck and shoulder met. “I need you, Sal.”