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His eyes narrow. “I wasn’t really asking, Izzy. You came to me to keep you and our baby safe so that’s what I’m going to do. Wait for me.”
I open my mouth to respond, shoot off some smart ass comment but my mind is blank and he doesn’t wait for a reply from me anyway, opening his door and slipping out of the truck. As the door slams, I jump and suck in a breath, pressing my hands to my thighs as I try to get control of myself. I’m literally seconds away from relief and I just need to hold on for a few more seconds. The passenger door opens and Diego grabs my legs, spinning me to face him and pulling me to the edge of the seat as he leans in.
“What are you…” I whisper but the words fall from my lips and get swept up in the breeze, winding through the trees around us when he reaches up, cups my cheek, and meets my gaze dead-on, determination lighting up his eyes again.
Oh, I’m so fucked.
He takes my other hand and pulls it toward his body. I would ask him what the hell he’s doing except that my mouth has gone dry and I’m mesmerized, unable to move or speak as he presses my hand against the front of his jeans. His rigid cock jerks against my hand and a low groan slips past his full lips.
“You see what you do to me?” he asks and I nod. “It was the same way six months ago and it hasn’t changed.”
“I…”
He shakes his head and leans in, cutting me off. “Every night when I’m trying to sleep, I close my eyes and picture the way you rode me in your bedroom that first night, the way your perfect little tits bounced as you used me like your own personal sex toy. You remember?”
“Yes.”
“What about the two of us on your deck, fucking like animals underneath the stars? You remember that, too, Izzy?” he asks, leaning in farther until his lips brush against mine and I can’t fight it anymore. My head dips back and I kiss him, a needy moan spilling into our connection as he grabs the back of my neck and pulls my entire body against his. The relief is so potent that I cry against his lips and he growls, using the opportunity to sweep his tongue into my mouth and giving me a tease of what’s to come. I grip his cut, pulling him closer as I wrap my legs around his waist, rocking my hips against his broad body in search of the blessed release.
“Isabelle,” he groans, dragging his lips down my cheek to my neck and my heart hammers out of control in my chest. I close my eyes, savoring his touch. “Let’s take this inside, Mama.”
His words hit me out of nowhere, reminding me exactly where I am and why this is such a bad idea and I jerk back, blinking up at him as I try to clear the fog from my mind. His brows furrow as he searches my face, his hand coming up to cradle my cheek again and I shake my head, placing my hands on his chest and pushing him away.
“We can’t do this,” I choke out as my body wails in protest. He stumbles back in his shock and it gives me the opening I need to jump out of the truck and weave my way past his body, bolting up the stairs of the deck before he even turns around.
“Izzy,” he calls as the truck door slams shut but I don’t stop, shoving the front door open and instead of wasting time to close it, I leave it open. I rush through the house, praying I can make it to Diego’s bedroom and lock myself inside before he reaches me. I don’t trust myself to withstand the temptation if he lays his hands on me again so I need to put as much distance between us as possible. And with how protective Diego is over me and our child, a door is the best I can do. Anything else and he might just bulldoze through it in his effort to get to me.
I make it to the safety of the bedroom and close the door behind me, locking it before I turn and lean back against the wood, releasing a breath. My mind races through the past twenty minutes since he walked me out to the truck and my pussy throbs, begging for relief. With something between a moan and a cry of frustration, I shove my hand down the front of my shorts and drag the tips of my fingers over my sensitive clit. My body jolts at the dagger of need that plunges through me and I throw my free hand over my mouth as I moan.
“Izzy!” Diego yells, pounding his fist against the door and I yelp in surprise as I spin around. Time seems to stand still for a moment as I wait to see if he’ll respect the boundary I put between us or if he’ll smash it down. Honestly, I’m not sure which I want more. “Open the door.”
“Just go away, Diego.”
His fist hits the door again and he groans, annoyance lacing his voice this time, but in my head, I remember the way he reacted to me in the truck. Air punches out of my lungs as I unbutton my shorts and shove them down my legs along with my soaked panties before ripping my shirt over my head. The feeling of his hands on me rushes back to the forefront of my mind and I desperately scramble to get my bra off as I stumble toward the bed. Once I’m naked and sure he’s not going to barge in on me, I lie back in his bed, turning my head to the side so I can smell his earthy, woodsy scent on the sheets as I slip my hand between my legs.
My body bows off the bed and I gasp when my fingers make contact with my clit, sending currents of electricity racing along my skin. Diego’s words about laying here every night and imagining the two of us together as he jerked off barge into my mind and I grab my aching breast as I strum on the little bundle of nerves between my legs. I picture him wrapping his hand around his impressive length and closing his eyes, imagining me as he started stroking himself. A groan would slip past his lips and he might even say my name as pre-cum dripped from the tip of his cock. The image is so goddamn hot and I’m teetering on the edge of my first orgasm, ready to explode when the door to the bedroom slams open.
A gasp fills the room as I meet his heated eyes and I know I should stop. I know I shouldn’t be laid out on his bed in front of him, naked as the day I was born with my hand between my legs but I can’t. I can’t pull my hand from between my legs and I can’t look away from him as I circle my clit and pinch my nipple, so close to a release that I need more than my next breath. Each breath he takes is ragged and the longer he stares down at me, the more unhinged he looks. Maybe it should worry me or send me running but it seems everything this man does turns me on so this is no different. It’s as though we’re the only two people left in the world and nothing or no one can touch us in this perfect moment.
“Diego,” I whisper, closing my eyes as my body fights against the orgasm I’m flirting with and I grit my teeth, desperate for whatever it will take to send me over the edge. The bed dips and I open my eyes, finding Diego’s molten eyes as he leans over me and licks his lips, his gaze dropping down my body.
“I want you to come for me, Isabelle. Right now,” he commands and I release my breast to grip his forearm tightly as lights explode in my vision and my back bows off the bed. I scream, squeezing my eyes shut as I try to ride out the most intense orgasm I’ve ever felt. My pussy pulses endlessly with my release as pleasure swarms through my body and I’m sobbing with relief as the air saws out of my lungs. The stubble on Diego’s jaw brushes against my cheek and I shiver as he presses a kiss below my ear.
“Good girl.”
His whispered words drag my eyes open as I start to come down from my release and I meet his gaze, full of filthy promises and danger. If any other man on earth told me what to do in bed and then called me a good girl when I obeyed, I might flay him alive but something about Diego breaks down my walls, whether I want him to or not. With him, letting him have some control over me doesn’t feel like I’m losing and I know it’s something I should run from but I think we might be past that point.
“Satisfied?” he asks, a hint of a smile teasing his lips as he brushes his thumb over my cheek so tenderly that my eyes burn with unshed tears but I push them back down where they belong, hidden from the world. The expectant expression on his face pulls me back into the moment and I remember the last time he was inside me, how good he felt, and my walls clench again. My gaze trails down his body and the erection trying to burst through his jeans as I shake my head.
“No.”
He grins. “I was hoping you’d say that.”
Chapter Fourteen
Diego
She’s a goddess.
