Page 123 of Diesel's Perseverance
“Do you cook for him?”
Shock skated across her face. “Cook? You know I only do the holidays.”
“Well, then, there you go. Dad doesn’t cook either.”
The frown on her forehead deepened. “You’ve always been difficult. I thought that would’ve changed.”
“Apparently not. I’m gonna take off. Tell Dad to bring you to Pinewood Springs sometime.”
“Your dad misses you. I know he was more with Freddy, and maybe I was too, but Freddy was more giving, and he needed us more. You understand, don’t you?”
“Yeah, I do, and no worries.”
“Your dad’s like you—a man of few words.”
“That’s me. Take care.”
He walked out of the room and searched for Myla. She was surrounded by a group of people. She had a dazed, slightly anxious look plastered across her face.
He pushed through the people and went up to her. “Let’s take off,” he whispered in her ear.
“I thought you’d never ask.” She smiled politely and mumbled some things to the guests while he tugged her out of the house.
“That’s something I don’t wanna ever repeat,” he said as he walked to the SUV.
“I’m glad that we’re staying at the motel. At first, I thought it would be rude, but now I’m grateful you insisted.”
“I know my people and this town.”
“Are any of your friends staying here tonight?”
“Nope. They already took off for home. It’s just you and me, darlin’.”
The drive to the motel was a short one. The place consisted of fifteen cabins and a kidney-shaped pool—the abode’s claim to fame.
The minute they entered the room, Diesel drew her to him, and his mouth feathered over her brow, nose, cheek, and lips. His teeth nipped her bottom lip and tugged.
“Myla,” he said hoarsely.
“Diesel,” she moaned.
Unable to resist, he crushed his mouth to hers, delving into her sweetness while his blood pounded in his ears and his hands drew her body tight to his. She moaned, snaked her arms around him, and kissed him back fervently. He skimmed his hands down her sides and cupped her ass. His fingers dug into the delicious flesh of her cheeks while he rubbed against her, feeling her shiver in his embrace.
When Diesel slipped one hand under her black skirt, Myla tensed slightly under his touch.
“What’s wrong?” he whispered as his mouth trailed down the right side of her neck.
“I… can we just cuddle tonight? I just want you to hold me. Is that okay?” She glanced up at him, tentativeness etched on her face.
“It’s more than okay.” He brushed his lips across hers.
“It’s not that I don’t want to… it’s…” her voice trailed off.
“Shh,” he soothed as a wave of protectiveness washed over him. He held her closer and felt a deep flush of warmth spreading through him that was unexpected.
Myla tipped her head back, and the ghost of a smile played over her features. “You’re a very special man,” she said.
Stepping back, he turned away, struggling with unaccustomed feelings of joy, pleasure, anxiety, andhoperegarding a woman. He’d fucked a ton of women in his lifetime, and his whole interaction with chicks had been about screwing and then moving on to the next. With Myla, it wasn’t just about the sex; he had a connection that transcended all that. He felt so strong for her, and she’d become apartof his life. All she had to do was give him a look, a kiss, and he was overcome. How the hell had she done that to him? Myla had somehow touched a vulnerable piece of his heart and soul. It was unexpectedly overwhelming, and he didn’t know how to deal with it. She did things that blew his mind. Being with her was like nothing he’d ever experienced.
