“How long do you have? You want the full list?”
“I only need one good reason not to.”
“You’re my best friend’s brother; that’s a good reason.”
“Nah, not good enough, try again.”
He places a soft kiss against the top of my cheek. Shit, I can’t think straight when he’s this close to me.
“We’re completely different.”
Even as I say it, I know it sounds weak, opposites attract and all.
“Are you saying you’ve got more in common with ‘Designer Suit Steve’ out there? Try again.”
He smirks, before kissing me on my other cheek.
“If the sex is terrible, it’s going to be awkward every time we see each other at the clubhouse.”
He chuckles. “Now I know you’re just making shit up; we both know that’s not how it’s gonna go down. Try again.”
He leans in and places a chaste kiss on my lips. I’m out of ideas, but I need to try…
“I hate you,” I say softly, looking up into his eyes.
As soon as it’s out there, I know it’s not the truth. I might hate the way Donovan is scared of him, but can I really hate him for that when Donovan himself loves him? And all thistime he’s been making digs at me, calling me Princess Prude, but it came from a place of protecting Donovan, worried I was playing him. No… I don’t hate him.
Diablo is completely still, searching my face.
“I guess that’s a good enough reason,” he says, before pushing away from the door and stepping back.
I grab his shirt and pull him into a kiss. It only takes him a moment to respond, his body pressing me against the door as he moves his thigh in between my legs. My dress is short enough that I can feel the friction of his jeans through my underwear as I grind against him. No matter how many times I’ve touched myself this week, I never felt fully satisfied, this is what I need.
He moans as I use his leg to get off, and one of his hands snakes its way behind my head, grabbing my hair and pulling it back, exposing my neck so he can kiss down and over my throat. He finds that spot I love and bites down, my response even louder than it was in my apartment, his teeth mixed with my grinding is getting me so hot.
“Fuck, princess, you’re so fucking sexy.”
His voice adds to my pleasure, but something is still missing, I need more. I grab the hand that’s on my hip and move it down between my legs. He groans when he realizes what I’m doing.
“You sure, princess?”
Chapter 6
Diablo
“Ihateyou,”shesays softly.
With those three little words, I know I’ve fucked this. She has every reason to hate me, I’ve been an asshole to her, and she can clearly hook up with any rich attractive man she wants, so what the fuck does she need me for? I thought I was affecting her the way she affects me, but clearly not. It’s time to admit defeat.
“I guess that’s a good enough reason,” I say, pushing away from the door and stepping back, ready to let her return to that fucking pendejo back in the bar.
She grips my shirt and pulls me towards her into a kiss. Fuck, she wants this. I press her against the door, moving my hands to her body and kissing her back with everything I have. I’m already hard, but I don’t want to rush her, so I shift to the side and let my thigh fall between her legs instead. The last thing I expect is for her to grind against me, but watching her use me to feel good, it’s the hottest fucking thing that’s ever happened to me.
I moan into the kiss and grab a handful of her hair, loving how soft it feels between my fingers. I tilt her head so I can kissher neck, desperate to find that spot that made her moan last time.
“Fuck, Princess, you’re so fucking sexy.”
I could do this forever, kissing her and letting her grind against my thigh, but she clearly has other ideas. Taking my hand that’s gripping her hip, she moves it down between her legs.
