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Logan smirks, his gaze bouncing between the two of us as he crosses his arms over his chest and arches a brow.

Fuck me.

This just got worse.

“Talk to you for a second?”

Diego nods, looking down at me regretfully. “Be back in a minute.”

I nod. There is no way I am opening my mouth right now to say anything to him when apparently I can’t control the words coming out of it anymore. It’s just as likely that I would ask him to fuck me on the seat as it is than I would tell him to back off. He cups my cheek, dragging his thumb across my skin for just a second before he turns and walks over to where Logan is standing. As soon as I’m free of his intoxicating presence, I yank open the truck door and climb inside, leaning back against the seat. I close my eyes but as soon as I do, it’s like he’s back in front of me again and I swear, I can feel his breath on my lips and the leather of his cut in my hands again. My entire body is throbbing with need and I moan, safe within the confines of the truck, as my eyes pop open again. I level a glare at the man from across the parking lot and mentally yell at him to hurry his ass up. As soon as we get home, I’m going to jump out of this truck, run into his room, lock the door, and touch myself until I’m not even interested in sex anymore. It will probably take all damn night but then maybe it will be safe to be in the same room as him again. At least, I hope it will.

Chapter Thirteen

Isabelle

I’m going to combust.

That’s the only thing that can happen with Diego flashing me heated glances from behind the wheel. They fill the cab of the truck with a tension so thick, I might just find my release without putting a single hand on myself. Has that ever happened to me? Hell no. Could it ever happen with any other guy? Also, no… I think. The fact that I’ve never experienced anything like this in my life leads me to think that something about Diego and what we have is different than the other guys I’ve been with. Or maybe my brain is scrambled eggs at this point, making me think that he’s the only man who can provide this for me. Isn’t he though? I’ve been with my fair share of men and yeah, I’ve had fun but never in my life have I felt like this - hot, needy, and honestly, a little fucking frantic. It might even scare me if I had the brain capacity at the moment to focus on it. But I don’t.

His eyes find me again. I don’t even have to glance in his direction to confirm that he is, in fact, staring at me because I can feel the heated looks he’s sending me like it’s his fingers caressing my curves instead of his eyes. My pussy clenches at the image of his hands on my skin and my breathing is labored as I try to ignore his gaze but it’s useless. From the moment he came back to the truck after his conversation with Logan and slid behind the wheel, it’s been like this and my need is only increasing. We’ve been silent the entire time but it doesn’t even matter. This thing between us, the pull we feel when we’re near each other doesn’t require words to summon its power. Just being as close as I am to him on the bench seat of his truck is making my skin prickle with awareness. My entire body aches to be touched and moisture pools between my thighs as I shift in my seat, resisting the urge to burst into tears at the intensity of my desperation. Blowing out a breath, I shake my head because the word isn’t strong enough. This isn’t just run of the mill desire or attraction. I feel like I’m being consumed and the thing is, I want to run into the sensation instead of fleeing from it.

“You need something, Iz?” Diego asks, his voice full of gravel and the same torment I’m feeling but there is no relief in the knowledge that he is just as affected as I am. If anything, it only makes it worse because he was right when he pinned me up against his truck in the parking lot - I can still remember, in vivid detail, what it felt like to have him inside me and I want to experience it again. And again and again. Except that I don’t because it would break every single one of my rules and… and I can’t actually think of another good reason to not give into this heat.

God, this is so fucking confusing.

“Isabelle…”

Right.

He asked me a question.

“No.”

I don’t trust myself to give him more than a one-word answer because I can feel my restraint stretching, like a rubber band pulled tight, seconds from snapping and I have no idea what is going to push me over the edge. If I open my mouth again, I might tell him to pull over and throw my body over the hood of his truck so he can do whatever the hell he wants to me or I could beg him to drive faster so we can get back to his place and lock ourselves inside for the rest of the week. Or maybe, just maybe, I would hold strong to my resolve and tell him that nothing more can happen between us… but I highly doubt it.

“I can smell your sweet little pussy, Mama,” he grits out, sounding as worked up and frustrated as I feel. Fuck. If he took me right now, it wouldn’t be gentle or sweet. It would be rough, animalistic, as he used my body to chase his own orgasm and the thought makes me moan quietly to myself. He sucks in a breath. “Shit, Izzy. You’re driving me so fucking crazy. Do you want to know what I want to do to you right now?”

I bite my lip to keep myself from moaning again. “Diego, please stop.”

“What if I can’t?”

With a gasp, I glance over at him, unable to stop myself, as he turns to look at me and when our eyes meet, another bolt of need spears through me. The way he’s looking at me now, it’s the exact same way he watched me through our weekend together, albeit stronger and more intense now, but it brings me right back to those three days we spent together. Memories swarm me, gripping at my limbs and pulling me back in time as I remember the way he held me close, treasuring every inch of my body as we made love on my deck, the stars twinkling down on us or the way he would step in the shower behind me and wrap his hand around my throat as he slid inside me from behind. I can’t believe how much I’ve missed the addictive dichotomy of the way he takes me - sweet, gentle, using his body to worship mine one moment and rough, demanding, dragging orgasms out of me whether I like it or not in the next. I never know which way he’ll come to me, what he’ll require from me, and I have to admit that it keeps me on my toes, excites me in a way no other man ever has.

“What the fuck are you thinking about?” he groans, turning back to the road and my cheeks burn as I look out of the window, trying desperately to calm myself. Can he see my explicit thoughts painted across my face?

“Nothing.”

I breathe a sigh of relief as his house comes into view, poking through the thick trees covering the entire property and my leg bounces as I wait for him to pull up to the house and park. If I can just make it a few more seconds, I can run inside and take care of this problem without breaking my rules or making this situation any more complicated than it already is. Just a couple more seconds…

Moving faster than I thought possible, I grip the door handle as soon as he pulls the truck to a stop in front of the house but before I can open it, he grabs my other arm, dragging my gaze over to him as my brow shoots up in surprise. Having his skin on mine is making an already desperate situation feel moments away from a disaster and if I could pull away, I would. It’s impossible though. His touch feels like a brand on my arm and his eyes hold me hostage better than any rope or chain could.

“I don’t want you getting out of the truck first,” he explains, his gaze flicking to my fingers on the door handle as he turns off the truck. “I need to check the area and come around to get you.”

I scowl. “We’re on the compound.”

“I know but it’s something we need to get into the practice of doing so when we’re out in public, you don’t even have to think about it.”

“I don’t know,” I whisper, looking up at the house, my only salvation, before I turn back to him. “It seems a little excessive.”