Chapter 16
For one blessed, brain-breaking second, I stare.
Diesel. All six-foot-sex of him knows he just blew the fuse in my brain.
“Oh.” It’s the only word I manage.
Not oh my god.
Not holy shit.
Just a stunned, “Oh.”
My thighs instinctively tighten around his hips.
His grin is pure sin.
“You can’t just say stuff like that,” I breathe, fire blooming across my cheeks, down my neck, all the way to where his fingers are tormenting me between my legs.
“Why not?” he rasps, nudging his hips forward. His cock throbs right there, a thick, demanding pressure pressing against my aching pussy.
“Because now I’m thinking about it,” I whisper. “About how… big…”
He leans in, brushing his lips over my ear. “Thinking about how you’re gonna take it all, baby?”
My body shudders violently as I fist the front of his shirt. “You’re evil,” I whisper, my breath trembling.
He lifts me just enough to grind against me, dragging a moan straight from my soul.
“Gonna make every inch count."
Every part of me burns or trembles, or tingles. I’m so close to begging it’s embarrassing.
“You really think you're that big a deal?” My body betrays me, my hips moving against him.
The moment my back hits the wall, it’s like a chain that’s been holding him back snaps.
He’s all ragged breathing, rough hands and heat. His teeth drag against my neck, palms cupping under my thighs, lifting me like I weigh nothing.
“This dress,” he growls, biting the strap and dragging it down with his teeth, “should be in a museum. Right next to my fucking restraint.”
“Diesel—”
“Shhh.” He kisses me hard. “Let me have you, River.”
“You already do,” I whisper, scared of this admission. Afraid to relinquish control, but unable to stop myself.
He unwinds my legs, dropping me to the floor as he pins me to the wall with a hand in the middle of my chest.
I blink at him in shock when he lowers to his knees in front of me.
Diesel lifts my leg. With a masculine rumble, he trails his mouth down my inner thigh, slowly—like he’s reading braille in the goosebumps with his tongue.
“You’re shaking,” he murmurs.
I want to lie. Make some smart remark.
But then his mouth is right there, hot exhales over my bare sex, and my knees nearly give out.
“I’ve been patient,” he says, sliding one long finger through my sex. “Let me show you what happens when I’m not.”
His tongue follows, roughly lapping at my clit as he groans deep in his throat.
And I stop existing. There’s no light. No time. No world.
Just the sound of him growling into me, his hands anchoring my hips, his stubble scraping like fire across the softest skin I own.
I grip his shoulders hard. “Diesel. God…I…”
“You what?” he rasps, pulling back just enough to look up at me. His lips are slick, expression one step away from wild. “Say it, River.”
“I need you inside of me. Now!”
“Good.” He rises to his feet, towers over me, watching me through fevered, commanding eyes as he undoes the button and tears down the zipper of the tux pants Dee Dee had him try on.
Oh. God.
Diesel wasn’t bluffing.
“You okay?” he asks, fingertips brushing across my nipple, which he exposed when he jerked the dress down.
“Do I look okay?” I gasp, tugging him closer, my body already rising to meet him. “I’m shaking and ready to combust.”
He grins and the fondness in his expression stops my world.
“Take a deep breath, cowgirl—because I’m gonna give you something to remember every time you sit down for the next week.”
He loops an arm around me, lifts me and takes three steps backwards to a chair. Drops into it with a groan.
I straddle his gigantic frame, panting, starving for oxygen because he takes it all up.
His cock’s hard as steel, straining between us, veiny and ready. His shirt’s open and every inch of him looks hot and hard.
“Come here,” he orders, voice rough and low as he draws me down for a kiss.
I go with a whimper as flash-fire heats me from head to toe. I’m going to do it. Have sex in the break room of some kind of weird tactical hideout, and do it with my brother’s best friend.
God. This is going to be a mess. But I’m not stopping. Can’t. Not when I’m desperate in a way I’ve never been,
Diesel knows. I see it in his expression, the tangled emotions as he yanks the dress up to my waist. I can’t stop shaking. I’ve never wanted anything so bad in my life. That terrifies me.
“You gonna let me watch you fall apart on my cock, River?”
I nod. Barely able to control my neck.
“Use your words.”
“Yes,” I whisper. “Please.”
He groans and reaches between us, dragging his fingers through my moisture, spreading it around until I’m slippery everywhere.
One of his hands wraps around the back of my neck. Warm, rough-palmed, possessive.
“Eyes on me. I want to see every fucking second of you giving in.”
He lines himself with my opening and thrusts up an inch at first before he lifts me and drives up harder the next time.
I cry out. Shock. Excitement. Overwhelm, all coalescing into a hoarse shout.
Oh heavens above. I can’t believe this is happening.
But that’s not what makes my heart try to explode from my ribs. It’s the way he watches me as he moves, completely focused. For the first time in my life I feel seen.
“Ah, angel,” he rasps. “Look at how beautiful you are. Every time I close my eyes I’ll remember you like this.”