“You can’t just say stuff like that,” I breathe, fire blooming across my cheeks, down my neck, all the way to where his fingers are tormenting me between my legs.
“Why not?” he rasps, nudging his hips forward. His cock throbs right there, a thick, demanding pressure pressing against my aching pussy.
“Because now I’m thinking about it,” I whisper. “About how…big…”
He leans in, brushing his lips over my ear. “Thinking about how you’re gonna take it all, baby?”
My body shudders violently as I fist the front of his shirt. “You’re evil,” I whisper, my breath trembling.
He lifts me just enough to grind against me, dragging a moan straight from my soul.
“Gonna make every inch count."
Every part of me burns or trembles, or tingles. I’m so close to begging it’s embarrassing.
“You really think you're that big a deal?” My body betrays me, my hips moving against him.
The moment my back hits the wall, it’s like a chain that’s been holding him back snaps.
He’s all ragged breathing, rough hands and heat. His teeth drag against my neck, palms cupping under my thighs, lifting me like I weigh nothing.
“This dress,”he growls, biting the strap and dragging it down with his teeth, “should be in a museum. Right next to my fucking restraint.”
“Diesel—”
“Shhh.” He kisses me hard. “Let me have you, River.”
“You already do,” I whisper, scared of this admission. Afraid to relinquish control, but unable to stop myself.
He unwinds my legs, dropping me to the floor as he pins me to the wall with a hand in the middle of my chest.
I blink at him in shock when he lowers to his knees in front of me.
Diesel lifts my leg. With a masculine rumble, he trails his mouth down my inner thigh, slowly—like he’s reading braille in the goosebumps with his tongue.
“You’re shaking,” he murmurs.
I want to lie. Make some smart remark.
But then his mouth isright there, hot exhales over my bare sex, and my knees nearly give out.
“I’ve been patient,” he says, sliding one long finger through my sex. “Let me show you what happens when I’m not.”
His tongue follows, roughly lapping at my clit as he groans deep in his throat.
And I stop existing. There’s no light. No time. No world.
Just the sound of him growling into me, his hands anchoring my hips, his stubble scraping like fire across the softest skin I own.
I grip his shoulders hard. “Diesel. God…I…”
“You what?” he rasps, pulling back just enough to look up at me. His lips are slick, expression one step away from wild. “Say it, River.”
“I need you inside of me. Now!”
“Good.” He rises to his feet, towers over me, watching me through fevered, commanding eyes as he undoes the button and tears down the zipper of the tux pants Dee Dee had him try on.
Oh. God.
