Page 18 of Before I Should Leave
He hummed low. Then I felt it pressing hard between my thighs. Thick. Heavy. I didn’t even try to stop it. “Turn around.” He demanded, and I listened, turning slowly.
Our eyes met through the haze. His were low, dark, heavy-lidded. Mine? Already glassy. He kissed me—wet, deep, fast—tongue sliding against mine like he didn’t care about time. Then he spun me back around and pressed my front to the wall. His hands gripped my hips. I felt him rub the tip against me, teasing.
“Diesel…”
“Say it.”
“Please put it in.”
That was all he needed. He pushed in with one deep, raw, claiming stroke. No condom this time. Just heat and skin and everything I shouldn’t have wanted but did. “Fuck, baby. You feel even better like this,” he growled into my neck.
“God!” I cried out, hands pressed flat, ass arching to meet every deep stroke. His hips slapped against me, fast and hungry. Water running down our bodies. Steam rising. Moans echoing in the marble.
Diesel gripped my throat from behind, gentle but firm, then he pulled me back to kiss my mouth over my shoulder. Thrusting deep as hell like he wanted to leave a mark inside me.
“Diesel, oh my god. . .”
“You gon’ miss this dick when you leave,” he whispered, voice rough. “I can feel it.”
I moaned, back arching. “I already do.”
My knees started to give, body clenching. And then, his fingers found my clit and rubbed it while he fucked me from behind, his body slamming into mine like time didn’t exist.
“Give me one more,” he demanded, voice tight. “Right now.”
I came loud as hell, body trembling, head dropping forward. And he kept going—groaning, fucking, breathing hard against my neck. Then he slammed in deep—once, twice—and groaned loud into my shoulder. Came deep inside me, his hips jerking.
We both gasped for breath. His arms still wrapped around my waist. His forehead rested against the back of my neck.
And for a second, I didn’t want to move or leave this shower or go anywhere where this man wasn’t. But life? It doesn’t wait.
???
Getting dressed was quiet.
Not heavy. Just… lingering. He watched me smooth lotion over my legs, slide on my heels, retouch my hair and lip gloss with a hand that shook a little more than I liked.
I glanced at him while pulling on my coat. “You sure you’re good driving back?”
“Yeah. I’ll stop and get coffee, hit the road.” I nodded. He walked over, reached for my luggage, and kissed my forehead. “Come on. I’ll walk you.”
The hotel halls were quiet at that hour. Everything felt like slow motion. The carpets muffled our steps. My heart was beating too loudly in my chest. Diesel walked beside me, silent, his hand occasionally brushing mine but never holding it. Not because he didn’t want to. Because we didn’t know what to do with what last night had become.
When we finally reached the security checkpoint, he stopped, and it was like my heart did too. This was the line. The last moment. I turned to him.
“Thanks again. For staying.”
He nodded once. “You didn’t have to say that.”
“I know but I meant it.”
He looked at me for a long second like he was memorizing something. Then, he reached out, thumb gently tracing my jawline. “Safe travels, beautiful.”
I nodded and smiled a little. “Tell Draya she better master that TikTok dance.”
That made him laugh. “She gon’ show off as soon as I wake her lil' ass up.”
I looked down, fingers tightening around my suitcase handle. And then, he stepped close. One arm around my waist.One hand lifting my chin. He kissed me once. It was slow and final.
