“I’m done waiting,” I rasp as I wrap my hand around herthigh. “This dress was the final straw. Yes or no, River, tell me.”
“You’re a maniac,” River’s laugh is husky and disbelieving, but she loops her arms around my neck, arching into me, rough sounds coming from her throat. “Here? C-can we?”
“Stone’s guarding the perimeter. Dee Dee won’t say a damned word.”
“Then kiss me, my bodyguard.”
Fuck. Yes.
I sweep in for a rough kiss, yanking the dress upward until I can get a handful of her tight, smooth ass cheek. “Goddamn, angel, you’re made for my destruction.”
River climbs right up my body when I lift her, wrapping those cowgirl-strong thighs around my waist.
“Legs like these have endurance,” I grit out, my body shuddering against hers. “You’re gonna need it, beautiful, because I’m going to fuck you ten ways to Sunday.”
“Oh god…” she cries. “You’re filthy, Diesel.”
“I am, and you love it. Can’t hide the way those pretty eyes burn when I talk like that to you.”
She blushes the hottest shade of pink. “Maybe,” she whispers, her thighs going tighter around my hips.
“This doesn’t lie either…” My fingertips are looped around both of her butt cheeks, teasing that sweet, wet center as I thrust upward, my cock trying to rip out of the tuxedo pants they made me try on. “You’re burning up, juicy as fuck for Daddy, aren’t you?”
Her head tips back welcoming my mouth to her neck. “I wanted to hate you. I really did. And I’m not calling your Daddy.”
“You may still hate me, but I’ve got a hundred bucks on your calling me Daddy before the week is out.” I laugh against her neck, biting down, loving the way she squirms and rocks against me.
“You devil. Just don’t stop. Please don’t stop. I’ve beendying for you to touch me. You’re unfairly hot in these clothes.”
I tug down the neckline of the dress, tasting the spot between her breasts for the first time. Warm, sweet perfection. The moan in my throat is involuntary, and vibrates all the way to my dick.
“Like I said, this fucking dress… Did. Me. In.”
I take my time tasting her collarbone, her neck, the corner of her lip, kissing her thoroughly, gliding my tongue through her mouth over and over again as her body goes languid in my hands, her pussy getting wetter and wetter.
“You on the pill, cowgirl?”
“Yeah,yes.” She shudders as I drag a fingertip backward from clit to her delicate back entrance.
“Good, because the condoms Gray stocks this place with are too fucking small.”
CHAPTER 16
For one blessed, brain-breaking second, I stare.
Diesel. All six-foot-sex of him knows he just blew the fuse in my brain.
“Oh.” It’s the only word I manage.
Notoh my god.
Notholy shit.
Just a stunned, “Oh.”
My thighs instinctively tighten around his hips.
His grin is pure sin.
