Ohno.
There’s only a heartbeat to brace before his arm scoops under my butt and he yanks me up his body. Scraping my puckered nipples against his pecs, my pelvis against his zipper as he positions us eye to eye, mouth to mouth.
God, he playsdirty.
The instant his other hand spears into my hair, grip tight at my nape, I know this is a losing battle.
I don’t want to fight it any more.
He’s going to kiss my brain right out of me. I’m going to let him.
Diesel doesn’t hide his hunger as he drags me forward that last inch.
He opens me with a rough sweep of tongue, claiming the inside of my mouth and tightening his hands on me. Those hard, long fingers bite into me with his strength, causing my muscles to go loose.
I groan. The sound is low and involuntary as my body trembles, while I let the former SEAL devour me.
Woman down. I need back up.
He’s breathing erratically, molding me to every inch of his body. Powerful hands, hungry mouth, throaty male sounds.
It’s inevitable. Whatever this is between us feels as if it is written in stone already.
“Diesel,” I drag my mouth away, licking at the tingles on my mouth the crushing kiss left behind. “You’re the devil.”
He rumbles with a quick laugh.
“I won’t argue with that.” Shifting me against him, he grinds me in a tight swivel, shoving the thick ridge of his erection tight against my clit. “Wanna take a ride on my pitchfork?”
I shouldn’t laugh, but I do, because at this point he could call his cock a light saber and I’d probably agree.
I’m really going to do this.
As terrible and irrational as this idea is, I’m going to have reckless sex in a safe house with a man who was paid to stalk me.
Hours ago I was living my life.
Then Diesel Drake happened.
Dammit. I wish I really hated that more.
But he sets me away from him, a look of regret on his face. “Too bad we have somewhere to be.”
CHAPTER 14
An hour later I’m still burning inside, but we’re in the truck. I’m now wearing Diesel’s jogging pants rolled at the waist with one of his flannels that is swallowing me whole. With my work boots.
It’s not a great look, but I’m too frustrated to care.
Diesel still hasn’t told me what the call was about. Caleb hasn’t checked in, so I’m in the dark.
The engine goes quiet when Diesel hits the power button, sweeping his gaze over every object and tree within a hundred yards.
“Is this place abandoned?” I ask.
It’s a warehouse with graffiti tags all over the corrugated metal siding, weeds are shoving through cracks in the concrete.
“Hardly.”
