“You sure the fuck are.” He shifts under me and pops thetab on his jeans. “Are we doin’ this?” His deep rasp sends an electric shock up my spine, and when he pinches my nub between his forefinger and thumb, my body releases in jolts and spasms I didn’t know were possible, and certainly didn’t expect.
I’d had actual sex but hadn’t experienced such a potent mix of sexual attraction and sheer joy. The aftershocks continue, and I collapse against Diesel’s chest in a heap of blissed-out exhaustion.
After a few seconds, I raise my head from his chest. “That was . . .” I have no words for the effect he has on my body.
“Yeah, fuckin’ crazy how you blew apart for me. I loved watching you, but . . .”
I look between us and realize he’s still hard and probably in pain.
He pushes at his bulge. “If we don’t get busy soon, I’m gonna bust right here, right now.”
Diesel’s lips travel up my neck, stopping by my ear. “Why don’t we take this party upstairs?”
I bite my lower lip because I’d let the night get ahead of me without any thought of the future. The exact thing I called Eduardo out on. The exact thing that couldn’t happen. I was no closer to freedom, plus I didn’t have my money yet.
CHAPTER 5
MARTINA
Diesel easily stands with me in his arms. The flexing of his biceps and even his forearms makes gathering me against his rock-hard chest an effortless task. His strength and bulk couldn’t be compared to normal humans.
A burst from the air-conditioner hits my mostly bare skin, and I shiver. He gathers me closer, nuzzles my neck, and the chill is replaced by a burning heat. He maneuvers us around other couples in various stages of undress and sexual positions until we get to the back hallway.
“I can walk, you know.”
“Babe, I bench-press more than you.” He pushes through a metal door and up a flight of stairs. “Shit, I could probably lift you over my head with one hand.”
His joking words filter through my tequila-induced bravado and translate to a whole different meaning. The last time I let my fearless nature guide me, I ended up in a cargo van headed south of the border.
He stops in front of a door and eases me to my feet, hisundone belt at eye level while he digs his hand in his pocket and comes up with a key.
In one flick of this man’s wrist, I would be on the floor, and if he really wanted to hurt me, he wouldn’t even have to break a sweat. Nor would anyone come to my aid. This is his room, in his clubhouse, with hisbrothers.Most of whom are fucking their brains out right now or too drunk to care.
I shuffle backwards, and the beautiful tequila euphoria sours, transforming itself into a clawing paranoia. The Bohemian freedom I experienced downstairs evaporates into cold, hard facts.
I’m standing mostly naked outside the room of a man I don’t know, alone, in a strange city. A huge, muscular man, who, no matter how hot and desirable, calls himself Diesel and belongs to an outlaw biker club with a fearsome reputation in a city with no rules. Not good, not good at all.
My arms instinctively wind around my mid-section as I shoot a look over my shoulder. The door to the stairwell is about eight feet away.
“Shit!” Diesel braces his palm against the door as he fumbles with the key in the lock. “Too many fuckin’ shots.”
Make that a drunk outlaw biker who won’t want to hear the word “no.”
It’s now or never, so I draw in a breath, spin around and dash for the stairway. I push down the latch, shove through the metal door, and when I grab the railing, an arm swoops around my waist, lifting me off my feet.
“What’re you doin’?” Diesel’s rough voice and hot breath scorch my ear.
I tuck my chin and shoot my hips into his groin. When he grunts, I break free of his hold and jab my right elbow into the side of his face, then spin around on the balls of my feet.
Diesel rubs at his reddening jaw. “What the fuck was that?”
I hold my hands out in front of me. “Just let me leave.”
“Babe, I don’t know what the hell you’re thinking, but?—”
“I’m thinking I’ve made a mistake. I’m sorry. So, just let me leave.”
“And go where?”
