“Problem, Diesel?”
On so many levels. Blue balls is the least of them.
“Lock your door.” I back away, the taste of her still sweet on my tongue. “Go to bed. We can’t take this any further til the job is over.”
Those pretty gray eyes turn skeptical. “Then what?”
“Then when it’s all said and done, we talk about how River Drake sounds.”
That rocks her back, making her shake her head. “You say the most ridiculous things.”
I step backward into the hallway, pulling her door closed as I go. “Wait ’til you hear what I say into your ear when I’m ruining that pussy.”
CHAPTER 12
How am I supposed to sleep after that?
Grumbling, I eat the ham and cheese sandwich he made for me in angry chomps. After I’ve chased it down with the bottle of spring water that was in the bathroom, I throw back the blanket and fall face first onto the bed.
He’s corrupted me. How is it possible that my day went like it did, and I kissed a bossy, oversized stranger who happens to be best friends with my brother?
Rolling my face in the pillow, I try desperately to forget. Everything.
The way he commanded that kiss. Heavens. And the way he jerked me forward, leaving no question in my mind that he’s rough in bed.
Dammit.
I’ve never had a lover like that.
And the dirty talk?
Definitely a turn-on. That’s a whole new game for me too.
Ruining my pussy…he said that.
Oh god. My face turns hot enough to rival the asphalt in August.
Clenching my legs, I fist the pillow, groaning low in my throat.
I should masturbate.
But Diesel’s right on the other side of that door. He’d hear me for sure.
I flip onto my back, shove a pillow between my legs, and pray for sleep.
No dreams, thank you. Just pitch-black sleep.
God must have been listening because that’s exactly what I get. Until I wake up hours later and find Diesel standing in the doorway staring at me as he leans against the frame.
“That’s just creepy,” I murmur as my words turn into a yawn.
He grins. “I couldn’t resist seeing what you look like when you sleep.”
I roll over onto my stomach and cover my head with my pillow. “Go away.”
He chuckles, and the sound of bare feet on hardwood makes my pulse speed. What’s he going to do?”
Then a pleasant scent finds me under the pillow.
