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“Sorry about all of that.”

“You don’t have anything to apologize for, Diego,” I tell him as I shake my head. “God, what the hell was his problem?”’

He shrugs. “Who the fuck knows? He’s a dumb kid and sometimes he thinks he’s being funny when really, he’s just being a huge fucking asshole. I’ll talk to him tomorrow and make sure you get a real apology though. I can promise you that.”

“I appreciate you coming to my defense but I am capable of taking care of myself, you know.” I look up at him, punctuating my words with a look and he laughs.

“Oh, believe me, I know. So does everyone else that was watching that little scene but that doesn’t mean I’m gonna let him get away with talking about you like that. Not now and not ever.”

Oh, God.

He’s getting dangerously close to that locked away part of me again and I absolutely cannot have that.

We stop next to the passenger side of the truck and I turn to him, sucking in a breath as I meet his eyes and straighten my shoulders. “He wasn’t wrong though. I know I’m not easy to deal with and I can’t promise that I’ll ever change because I know myself too well to do that. As far as baby mamas, you could have done so much better than a cold bitch who will fight you at every single turn but… I am trying to be less like that.”

“Isabelle,” he rasps, his eyes on fire as he backs me into the truck and cages me in with his arms. “Have you ever considered that one of my favorite things about you is the fact that you’re difficult to deal with?”

“I… what?” My mind spins and my breaths are shallow as I look up at him, trying to understand his comment but I must have been knocked upside the head because I can’t make it make sense. He grins, leaning closer to me and my heart hammers in my chest as my body begs to get closer to him.

“I mean, sure, sometimes you make me so crazy that I want to throw you over my shoulder, carry you into the bedroom, and fuck you into the damn mattress until you’re a little more agreeable but I love your fire, baby. There isn’t another woman on this earth that I’d want to be the mother of my child and I hope our son learns to be as strong as his kick ass mama one day.”

My brain is short circuiting. This is one of the few times in my life that I don’t have a snappy comeback running through my head, at the ready to fire off at will, and it’s unnerving. That, combined with the need filling my bloodstream with every minute I spend around this man and it feels like I’m going to fall apart, just crumble on the ground in front of him. Diego never takes his eyes off mine, letting the silence settle between us as his words sink in. He can’t really mean all that though… can he?

“Oh,” he whispers, leaning closer so his lips brush over mine softly, pulling a gasp from my lips. “And just so we’re clear, other people might think you’re a cold bitch and you might hear it so much that you’ve started to believe it yourself but I see past that and I know better.”

“What are you doing to me?” The question is out of my mouth before I can stop it and his eyes widen, equally surprised by my honesty. His gaze drops to my lips for just a split second before he meets my eyes again and I’m drowning.

“I don’t know, Izzy. What am I doing to you?”

I place my hand on his chest, intending to push him away but he feels so fucking good, so right, that I can’t bring myself to do it. “You need to stop.”

“Why?” he asks, his lips lightly dragging across mine as he speaks and my nipples pebble, begging for his touch. My pussy is drenched and I want to cry with how badly I want him but I can’t let that happen. “Why would we ever stop when you know how good it feels to have me inside you?”

“Diego,” I sob, begging him to have mercy on me. His eyes close and he smiles, a little hum in the back of his throat making my inner muscles clench before he meets my gaze again. And lord help me, I can’t look away.

“God, I love hearing you say my name. You remember the way I made you scream it when we fucked up against the counter in your kitchen?”

I’m going to die.

This is torture and it’s going to kill me.

“Please.”

He pulls back slightly, reaching up and pressing his thumb against my bottom lip before dragging it down my chin. “Please what, Izzy? Please take you home and fuck you until you can’t physically stay conscious anymore? Please slip my hand inside your shorts right here and give you the relief you so desperately need? Tell me what you want, Mama, and I’ll give it to you.”

My eyes roll back in my head at his words. I can’t stop them and I can’t pretend like he’s not on the verge of making me come with just his words alone. Gripping his cut to keep me grounded, I lick my lips and meet his eyes again. His expression tells me he wants an answer to his question but I have no clue what to say. Logically, I know we should stop. I know that getting mixed up with him when we have other things to worry about is such a bad idea but, God, I’ve never wanted a man this much in my life. That fact alone should send me running for the hills and I just don’t have the brain capacity to examine that right now.

Diego leans in again, his gaze so damn intense that it steals my breath. “You have an answer for me?”

I open my mouth but nothing comes out.

Fuck.

What the hell do I do here?

“Smoke,” someone calls and I jump, my heart climbing in my throat in surprise. Jesus fucking Christ, I completely forgot we were in the parking lot of the clubhouse where everyone could fucking see us. Diego pulls away slowly, like he doesn’t give a single shit about being caught pressing me up against his truck and nearly pulling an orgasm out of me without even touching me.

“Yeah?”