“Are dogs allowed here?”
Diesel pulls me into an alcove, settling me between his thighs as he leans against a console table. “Yep, but apparently we’ve got a neighbor who likes reporting noise disturbances.”
He brushes my hair back behind my ear and leans in close, warm breath carrying a hint of cinnamon gum breathing over my skin.
“Something tells me,” he whispers in a husky tone, “thatsecurity guard’s going to be coming back later for a whole different kind of noise.”
I might go up in flames right here.
A warm chuckle rumbles in his chest as he wraps both arms around my back, holding me close to the powerful warmth of his chest.
“You should see how lovely you blush.”
“You seem to make me do it a lot. I’ve never blushed so much in my whole life. I think you’re trouble.”
“Only when it comes to you.”
He takes my mouth in a kiss that’s slow, deliberate, and very much a promise of what’s to come. Between us, his erection fills out the fly of his jeans, causing little pulses to zing around inside me.
Heavens, I’m ready to tear those tight fitting Kimes Ranch western jeans off of him with my teeth. We need to hurry up and get back to the room.
“Speaking of trouble,” I push against his chest, leaning back, looking down the hallway. The guard’s still talking to Stone.
Buzzkill.
Speaking of buzzkills, that reminds me my brother is going to be fit to be tied when he finds out Diesel and I didn’t pretend to be a couple at the mixer,we were a couple.
“Caleb called and your sister was flirting withmy brother.”
Diesel’s muscles lock up beneath my hands. A flash of protective anger morphing his expression into a hard mask. “That’s not happening.”
“Oh… pot calling the kettle black?”
“Yep.” He replies instantly. “She’s off-limits to any and all of my male friends.”
“That’s not exactly fair.”
He picks me up with one arm snuggling me close. “Want to argue with me about this?”
“It just turns you on when we disagree.”
“Angel, everything about you turns me on.”
He walks toward my room…our room,grinning, looking too hot for words with his dark gray cowboy hat, that pink western shirt, and a cocky look that tells me I’m in for a very long night.
I can’t believe this is me.Us. How everything makes sense now.
Diesel was protecting me. It’s always been about that. And if I know him at all, it always will be.
The security guard is done with Stone, but looks like he’d like to pull his hair out.
“Everything okay?” Diesel asks, feigning ignorance.
“I’ve never seen such a godawful mess. I feel sorry for that guy.”
Uh-oh.
“What was wrong?” I’m scared to ask.
