Page 79 of Diesel's Perseverance
“When will you be back?”
“No more than a couple of hours. I’ll be on the property, so call me if you need help.”
A tingling sensation snaked across the back of her neck. “Why would I need help?”
“Shit happens.” He walked over to the closet and pulled out a black T-shirt.
“That isn’t a good enough answer for me. You suspect the guy I saw at the club is here and might try and do something to me, like bring me to Cano, right?” Myla paced the floor between the bed and the window. She pressed both hands to her face as the panic inside her rose. “This isn’t good. Oh, shit, this isn’t good at all. It’s not good. Not at all, it’s bad—”
The closet door banging shut interrupted her. Startled, Myla glanced over and saw Diesel striding toward her. Without saying a word, he pulled her into a strong embrace and crushed his mouth over hers. Desire shot through her and replaced the panic that had consumed her just seconds ago. She twined her arms around his neck, arched against him, and parted her lips. Diesel’s tongue plunged into her mouth, coaxing hers. A moan of pleasure escaped from the back of her throat as their tongues met thrust for thrust, biting, licking, sucking. Savage sparks raced through her nerve endings, and she tangled her fingers in his hair and pulled it hard.
“Fuck, woman,” he rasped.
His hand held the back of Myla’s head while the other traveled down her back to her behind. He squeezed one of her cheeks and then pulled her even closer. Gasping, she yanked his hair harder and rubbed against his body, feeling his erection and loving it.
Several loud bangs on the door reverberated through the room. Myla pulled back, breaking the kiss, and Diesel cursed beneath his voice.
“Dude, open up.”
“Rags,” he spat. Shaking his head, he bent down and brushed his lips against hers. “Sorry.” He dropped his arms and walked toward the door.
Myla felt the lack of his warmth immediately. She finger-combed her hair, then padded to the window and gazed at the ocean. Low murmurs kept her from hearing what Diesel and Rags were saying. Her body, still in high gear from the kiss, ached to be back in his arms, holding and touching him.
“Hang on,” she heard him say, then the soft thud of the door closing.
She kept staring at the ocean, wishing they could be out there on a sailboat, drifting away from all the pain, worry, fear, and hurt that had encompassed them for far too long.
She felt Diesel’s strong hands on her shoulders.
“Myla, I have to go.” He spoke into her ear, his breath warm against her cheek and neck. “You’re going to be okay. I’ve got your back, so don’t worry, okay?”
“Okay.”
“Are you good?”
“Yes.” And she was. She trusted him and knew he wouldn’t let any harm come to her. She’d never felt so comfortable and safe withanyonein her life, and it was a liberating feeling.
“I’ll be back as soon as I can.” He tugged her earlobe between his teeth.
She leaned back against him, her eyes fluttering closed.
“You’re making it hard for me to go,” he growled.
“I don’t want you to,” she whispered.
“I have to.”
“Club business?”
Diesel laughed and kissed the top of her head, then stepped away. “You’re getting the hang of this, aren’t you?”
“I don’t have much of a choice,” Myla said, throwing a smile at him over her shoulder. “Don’t be too long.”
“If you want something to eat or drink, text Welder. I plugged his number into your phone last night.”
“Got it.”
The door closed softly. As his footsteps faded away, the ache for him grew stronger.When is this going to end? What’s going to happen when he finds Freddy?
