Diesel wasn’t bluffing.
“You okay?” he asks, fingertips brushing across my nipple, which he exposed when he jerked the dress down.
“Do Ilookokay?” I gasp, tugging him closer, my body already rising to meet him. “I’m shaking and ready to combust.”
He grins and the fondness in his expression stops my world.
“Take a deep breath, cowgirl—because I’m gonna give you something to remember every time you sit down for the next week.”
He loops an arm around me, lifts me and takes three steps backwards to a chair. Drops into it with a groan.
I straddle his gigantic frame, panting, starving for oxygen because he takes it all up.
His cock’s hard as steel, straining between us, veiny and ready. His shirt’s open and every inch of him looks hot and hard.
“Come here,” he orders, voice rough and low as he draws me down for a kiss.
I go with a whimper as flash-fire heats me from head to toe. I’m going to do it. Have sex in the break room of some kind of weird tactical hideout, and do it with my brother’s best friend.
God. This is going to be a mess. But I’m not stopping. Can’t. Not when I’m desperate in a way I’ve never been,
Diesel knows. I see it in his expression, the tangled emotions as he yanks the dress up to my waist. I can’t stop shaking. I’ve never wanted anything so bad in my life. That terrifies me.
“You gonna let me watch you fall apart on my cock, River?”
I nod. Barely able to control my neck.
“Use your words.”
“Yes,” I whisper. “Please.”
He groans and reaches between us, dragging his fingers through my moisture, spreading it around until I’m slippery everywhere.
One of his hands wraps around the back of my neck. Warm, rough-palmed, possessive.
“Eyes on me. I want to see every fucking second of you giving in.”
He lines himself with my opening and thrusts up an inch at first before he lifts me and drives up harder the next time.
I cry out. Shock. Excitement. Overwhelm, all coalescing into a hoarse shout.
Oh heavens above. I can’t believe this is happening.
But that’s not what makes my heart try to explode from my ribs. It’s the way he watches me as he moves, completely focused. For the first time in my life I feel seen.
“Ah, angel,” he rasps. “Look at how beautiful you are. Every time I close my eyes I’ll remember you like this.”
CHAPTER 17
I can’t look away from her face. She’s magic and grace, every second of her unraveling in real time across those gorgeous features. Lips parted. Brow furrowed. A single tear spilling down her cheek. Overwhelmed, overstimulated, and finally, finally,mine.
“River…” I breathe her name like a prayer, slamming up into her again, deeper this time.
“This is us,” I groan, shifting her hips to take me deeper, watching the way her mouth parts in shock.
I’m barely holding back. My body’s begging for release, but I need her to come first. Need to feel it. Watch it. Burn it into memory.
Her body tightens, breath stuttering.
