Reyes wrinkled his nose. “Chingado,that’s a long drive.”
“Yeah, I’m never doing that again. I ended up selling my car and flying back.” Reyes belted out a laugh. “How about you? What do you like to do?”
We discovered we had many similar interests, including movies and places we wanted to visit. When our conversation switched to music, Reyes tested my knowledge by humming different songs to see if I’d recognize them. The moment he began humming Paint In The Sky by Indigo Rose, I knew I was in serious trouble. Not only were they one of my favorite bands, but Paint In the Sky was one of my all-time favorite songs. Indigo Rose was still a fairly new band, only having gained recognition in the last four or five years. They had a unique sound that made them stand out, which meant people either loved them or hated them.
It was so easy to talk to Rey that I’d almost forgotten how uncomfortable I had been in our current environment. I loved listening to him. Reyes had a way of sharing his stories that pulled me in and left me guessing which way the story was going to go, and he’d often end in a joke just to make me laugh. Not just chuckle, but a full-on laugh. I loved his spirit and easygoing attitude, mostly because it matched my own.
“Where are you from?” I blurted when he’d arched an eyebrow at me, letting me know I’d been caught staring. “If you’re not from here, I mean.”
He smiled. “I grew up near San Diego. My family still lives there, about an hour north of the city.”
“Have you always lived in the states?” I asked. “Not that it matters,” I quickly added. “I’m just curious.”
“Yes. My parents are from Mexico, but they came to the states before they had my sister.”
When we finished our meals, the waitress reminded us we had about 90 minutes before dessert would be served and recommended we take some time to enjoy the yacht. Two of the couples were taking advantage of the dance floor. Reyes caught my eye, but seemed about as interested in dancing as I was. Instead, he gestured to the back and asked, “Want to watch the ocean with me?”
“I’d love to.”
We leaned against the railing, though neither of us watched the water at all. Our eyes were fixed on each other, equally eager and hungry for something this dinner cruise couldn’t offer. Reyes put a hand on my waist at the same time I leaned in for a kiss. His lips were gentle yet commanding against my own, and when his tongue swept in to dance with mine, I got another taste of the butter and herbs from our meal. Somehow it tasted even better coming from Rey’s lips.
Reyes took a step closer, turning me to pin me against the rail. I slid my arms around his waist, enjoying that we were roughly the same size. Reyes was only about an inch taller than me, so our bodies seemed to fit perfectly together.
I melted into his embrace when his lips grazed down my neck, inching my hips closer to his for more friction.
He murmured something in Spanish against my skin that made my heart skip a beat.
“W-what?”
“You taste like honey,” he repeated, nipping me.
I shivered. Damn. Why was that so hot? Maybe because I was usually the one whispering things that made my partner squirm in public. I rather liked being on the receiving end of it.
I felt the promise in his gaze when he put some distance between us, but was relieved when he didn’t pull away entirely. It was painfully obvious Rey was just as turned on as I was and more than ready for this part of the night to be over so we could move on to more exciting things. Strangely enough, I also didn’t want the moment to end. I was enjoying Rey’s company more than I’d expected to.
We alternated between quiet conversation and heated kisses while we waited for dessert to be served, though frankly, I didn’t give a damn about the chocolate cake. As far as I was concerned, my dessert was right in front of me.
When the ship finally docked, we turned to each other and said at the same time, “Your place or mine?”
It made us both laugh and I eagerly agreed to follow him back to Reedsport Inn.
