"Fuck," he breathes, hands immediately going to my bare waist. "You're gorgeous."
His touch is reverent as he explores newly exposed skin, calloused fingers tracing patterns that make me shiver. When his thumb brushes the underside of my breast, I arch into his touch, wanting more.
"Bedroom," he growls, standing suddenly with me still in his arms. I wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me through the cabin to a large room dominated by a king-sized bed.
He lays me down gently, then steps back to unbutton his shirt. I watch hungrily as he reveals a muscled chest covered in tattoos—intricate designs that flow over his shoulders and down his arms.
"See something you like?" he echoes my words from days ago.
"Everything," I admit, reaching for him. "Come here. I want to touch you."
He complies, joining me on the bed, his weight pressing me into the mattress in the most delicious way. I run my hands over the planes of his chest, exploring the contours of muscle, tracing the patterns of ink on his skin.
"What does this one mean?" I ask, fingers following a design over his heart.
"Freedom," he says quietly. "Got it when I left Vancouver. Started over."
There's a story there, one I want to hear. But not now, not when his hands are sliding up my sides, his mouth leaving a trail of fire along my neck.
"Diesel," I gasp as his teeth graze my pulse point. "Please."
He understands what I'm asking for, reaching behind me to unclasp my bra. When it falls away, his eyes darken even further.
"Perfect," he murmurs before lowering his head to take one nipple into his mouth.
The sensation is electric, pleasure shooting straight to my core. I arch into him, fingers tangling in his hair to hold him close. His tongue circles the sensitive peak before he sucks gently, then with increasing pressure that has me moaning his name.
His hand travels down my stomach, fingers playing at the waistband of my tights. "Can I?" he asks, ever respectful despite the obvious desire in his eyes.
"Yes," I breathe. "God, yes."
He peels the tights and panties down my legs in one smooth motion, leaving me completely naked beneath him while he's still half-dressed. The contrast is erotic, his clothed body against my bare skin.
His fingers trace up my inner thigh, moving with tantalizing slowness toward where I need him most. When he finally touches me, finding me wet and ready for him, we both groan.
"So wet," he says, voice rough with want. "All for me?"
"Only for you," I confirm, hips rising to meet his touch. "Please don't tease."
He smiles against my skin, pressing kisses down my stomach as his fingers continue their exploration. "But teasing is half the fun."
Before I can protest further, he's moving lower, settling between my thighs, looking up at me with a question in his eyes. I nod, unable to form words as anticipation builds.
The first touch of his tongue against me nearly undoes me. He's confident, skilled, finding all the right spots without hesitation. One broad hand splays across my stomach, holding me in place as he drives me steadily toward release.
"Diesel," I gasp, teetering on the edge. "I'm close."
He redoubles his efforts, adding his fingers to the mix, curling them inside me to hit the spot that makes stars explode behind my eyelids. My climax washes over me in waves, intense enough that I cry out, body arching off the bed.
Before I've even caught my breath, he's moving back up my body, capturing my mouth in a searing kiss. I taste myself on his lips and it's surprisingly erotic. My hands fumble with his belt, desperate to feel all of him.
"Let me," he says, standing to remove the rest of his clothes.
I watch, propped up on my elbows, as he strips down. His body is a work of art—all hard muscle and intriguing ink. And he's big, impressively so, his cock standing proud against his stomach.
"Condom?" I ask as he returns to the bed.
He reaches for the bedside drawer, extracting a foil packet. I take it from him, wanting to be the one to roll it down his length. His breath hisses through his teeth as my fingers encircle him, testing his girth, learning what makes his muscles tense with pleasure.
