“How can I accept help from you when you’re doing business with Benito?” My anxiety triggers, but I’m too close to his body to break free. “Let me go.” I ball my fists and pound his rock-hard chest and shoulders.
“Not a chance.”
CHAPTER 16
MARTINA
“Calm the fuck down.” Diesel catches both my fists in his hand, gripping me tight around the waist with his other arm. “You need my help, and you know it, so stop fighting me.”
I still in his arms.
“Look at me.”
I slowly raise my head.
“I promise you two things. You will not go back to Benito, and as long as you’re with me, you’ll be safe.”
“You can’t make that promise.”
“I can, and I will.”
I want to believe him, but it’s been so long since I’ve trusted anyone. Being betrayed by my brother left a scar I’m afraid will never heal. We’re taught to trust our family and rely on them, but when that trust is broken, can it ever be repaired—or forgotten?
Diesel runs his hand over my hair, then cups my neck. “I have no fuckin’ clue what this is between us, but that first night right here in this apartment, I knew you were different.”
I cock my head, not believinghim.
“It’s fuckin’ true. I didn’t even care that we didn’t have sex—well, that’s not exactly true, but I just liked talking to you.”
“I liked talking to you, too.”
“I know you’ll think I’m bullshitting you, but I never told anybody else about my ex-wives.”
“You never told Blood or Smoke? I don’t believe it.”
“I told them I was married to two bitches who tried to bleed me dry in court, but I never told them what happened or how it made me feel. Yet, with you I was spitting out all that shit like it was nothing. And believe me, I’m not that guy.”
“They do say being friends is harder than jumping into bed with someone.”
“Friends?” He covers my lips with his. “I’m thinking I want way more than friendship.”
He cups my ass, lifts me off my feet, drops me on the couch, then follows me down until his body covers mine. My lips part, and he devours my mouth again while the rough denim of his jeans rasps against my silk panties.
He yanks the t-shirt up and over my head, exposing my bare breasts and the thin G-string Marisol insisted I wear under the dress.
“I knew you’d be fuckin’ gorgeous.” He licks his lips. “Been waiting two whole weeks to taste you, and I ain’t waiting any longer.”
He rips away the G-string, tosses it behind him, then anchors my legs over his shoulders. He spreads my legs, dives in, and when his mouth hits my center, my hips jerk off the couch. He braces his palms under me and offers me up to his waiting tongue. His long, lapping stokes have me wet in seconds, and when my legs shake against his shoulders, I know I’m close.
He pulls away, and I grab his head. “Don’t stop.”
“You like that, huh?” His teasing grin makes me pull his hairhard. “Pull as hard as you want, babe. I like a little pain with my pleasure.”
He dives in again, devouring me from the inside out. My knees quiver; I arch my back and shout, “Yes, yes.”
He drives his tongue deep, then bites down on my clit, and my body spasms uncontrollably. For a few seconds, all the tension and pain fade away on a cloud of ecstasy.
Diesel leans back on his knees, looking very pleased with himself. “Now that I got a taste, I’m ready to do this right.” He presses the bulge in his jeans with the heel of his hand and grimaces. “Yeah, I can’t wait much longer.
