Page 14 of Desired By Diesel
"I don't know. I thought maybe... after the other night... you might have changed your mind."
"About what?"
She looks up at me, and there's vulnerability there. Uncertainty. "About this. About me."
I set the glass down on the counter without drinking. Take hers and set it down too. She watches me, her lips parting slightly.
"I haven't changed my mind about anything," I say, stepping closer. "I've been thinking about you for three days straight. About that kiss. About what I wanted to do after that kiss."
Her breath catches. "What did you want to do?"
"You really want me to tell you?"
"Yes."
I back her against the counter, my hands finding her hips. She sucks in a breath but doesn't pull away. Her hands come up to rest on my chest, fingers spreading across the fabric of my shirt.
I lean in, my mouth brushing her ear. "I wanted to follow you inside. I wanted to peel those little shorts off you and find out what sounds you make when someone touches you right. I wanted to spread you out on your bed and taste every inch of you until you forgot your own name."
She shivers. Her fingers curl into my shirt, gripping tight.
"That's what I've been thinking about," I say, pulling back to look at her. Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes dark. "So no. I haven't changed my mind."
She stares at me for a long moment. Then she reaches up, fists her hand in my shirt, and pulls my mouth down to hers.
This kiss isn't careful. It isn't a question. It's hunger and heat and weeks of tension finally snapping. I grip her hips and lift heronto the counter, stepping between her thighs as she wraps her legs around me. The robe rides up, baring more of those thighs I've been trying not to stare at since the day she moved in.
She moans into my mouth when I pull her tighter against me, and I feel it everywhere. My hands slide up her legs, feeling the soft skin, the way her muscles tense under my touch. She gasps when my fingers reach the edge of her underwear — lace, I can feel it — and I smile against her lips.
"Expecting company?"
"Hoping," she breathes. "Is that bad?"
"That's the hottest thing anyone's ever said to me."
I kiss down her neck, scraping my teeth against her skin. She tilts her head back to give me better access, her fingers threading through my hair, nails scraping against my scalp in a way that makes me want to bite down harder.
So I do. Gently. Just enough to make her gasp.
"Bedroom," she says. "Please."
"Not yet."
I slide my hand between her thighs, pushing the lace aside, and find her soaking wet. She gasps when my fingers make contact, her hips jerking against my hand.
"You're drenched," I murmur against her throat. "How long have you been like this?"
"Since I texted you." She's panting already, grinding against my fingers. "Since before that. Since?—"
I push two fingers inside her and she breaks off with a moan. She's tight, clenching around me, and I curl my fingers to find the spot that makes her whole body jolt.
"Oh god?—"
"That's it." I work her slow and deep, my thumb circling her clit, watching her face. "Let me feel you."
"Diesel, I'm going to—" She sounds shocked. "Already, I'm?—"
"Then come."
