"Karma is a bitch," I mutter.
Because I will...would... be just like that, doing whatever it took.
"What's that, pretend cowboy?" she teases.
"Pretend?" I growl."Careful with assumptions, River."
My hands find her waist, fingers spanning the curve of her hips
With a growl, I jerk her forward, eliminating the space between us. Her chest hits mine. Her breath hitches out, brushing over the skin where my shirt is open down to the first button. And that little hit of warm air turns my dick to a steel pipe.
When I let her see how hungry I am, her laughter dies.
Lips parted, blinking, she looks up at me and my entire world coalesces into one painful point inside my ribcage.
Diesel, you've done it now.
Heat floods her cheeks with color that has nothing at all to do with laughter.
“There’s something you should know about the kind of trouble I bring,” I warn with my vocal cords riding tight over my words.
I lean down, close enough that my breath brushes her ear.
“I’ve never been jealous.” I swallow a prickly pear cactus. “Until you. When Stone was looking at you earlier, I wanted to throat punch him.”
River's very still except for the rapid rise and fall of her breasts in that damned dress.
"Well, you don't get to do jealous now, either. I'm not yours to be jealous over."
She tries to push me back. My hands tighten on her hips.
“Every man in that ballroom is gonna look at you and want what they can’t have. And I’m gonna have to stand there and try not to break their faces.”
Her lips curve into a smirk. “Good thing you’re tough. Even in pink. I'm sure you can handle it.”
“Oh, I’m tough.” I tighten my grip just enough that she feels it. Letting my body issue the warning and promise. “I’m also strong.”
She gasps when I pick her up, hoisting her over my shoulder.
“Take a break, Dee Dee.” I call over my shoulder as I carry a squirming woman down the hallways toward the break room.
“What! Are! You! Doing!”
“Getting you alone.”
I kick the door closed and spin around. Dropping River to the floor between me and the door.
She’s breathing hard, her ponytail is half loose. I’m half animal and about to rip my pants off and throw her on the floor.
“Diesel…” she breathes.
“Yeah. Right here.” I tilt her chin up and lower my mouth until we’re an inch apart. “And you’re right where I want you.”
She trembles beneath my hand as I slide it up her thigh, hooking my thumb in the hem of the dress, lifting it a few inches.
God, her skin is so smooth.
We’re exchanging air, mouths so close I can taste her already.
