Page 21 of Diesel
The weeks of tension, longing, unspoken need poured into that kiss until her knees went weak beneath her.When they broke apart, both gasping, Diesel’s eyes burned into hers.
“Let’s get out of here,” he rasped.
She nodded without hesitation.
They left through the back, unnoticed by the few club members lingering around the bar.Diesel’s hand never left the small of her back as they hurried back to her car.His touch was firm, possessive, like he was claiming her with every step.
The drive to her apartment passed in a blur of heat and pulsing adrenaline.Neither of them spoke.They didn’t need to.The air between them crackled, heavy with anticipation.
The moment Sophie unlocked her door and stepped inside, Diesel was there, his large frame filling the doorway, eyes dark with want.She didn’t make it two steps before he had her pinned against the door, his mouth claiming hers with bruising force.She gasped into the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck as he hoisted her up, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist.
“Tell me to stop,” he growled against her throat, kissing a path down her neck, teeth grazing her skin.
“No,” she breathed, trembling.“Don’t you dare stop.”
With a raw curse, he carried her to the bedroom, his control hanging by a thread.They fell to the bed in a tangle of limbs and desperate kisses.Diesel tore off his cut and shirt, revealing a canvas of tattoos, muscles flexing beneath scarred, sun-kissed skin.
Sophie’s breath caught at the sight of him.He looked beautiful and rough, every inch a man shaped by a hard life.But when he looked at her, it wasn’t roughness she saw.It was reverence.
He slowed, his hands trembling slightly as he undressed her with surprising care, like she was something fragile he wasn’t sure he deserved to touch.Finally, she was naked before him.
“You’re so damn beautiful,” he whispered, voice hoarse.He brushed his thumb over her lower lip, eyes searching hers.“You have no idea what you do to me.”
“Show me,” she whispered back, her voice barely a breath.
With a tortured groan, he kissed her again.It was deeper, slower this time, as if trying to memorize every inch of her.His hands mapped her body, rough palms skimming soft curves, drawing shivers from her with every touch.
Sophie arched into him, helpless beneath the onslaught of sensation.She’d never been kissed like this, worshipped with lips and tongue and hands that left her aching and breathless.He lifted her legs over his shoulders, traced her slick pussy lips with his fingers.Sophie groaned, begged him to take her.
When he finally entered her, it was with a gentleness that made her heart break wide open.His cock felt so good inside her, big and perfect.
Diesel buried his face in her neck, one large hand lacing with hers as their bodies moved together in a slow, relentless rhythm.
“Sophie...”he groaned, voice thick with emotion.
“Ride me, Diesel,” she whispered, tightening her grip on his hand.“I’m yours.Right now ...I’m yours.”
A low growl rumbled from his chest.His movements grew harder, faster, his control fraying.But even then, he held her gaze, like he needed to see her, to anchor himself in her.
She felt everything, the press of his warm body against her, her nipples tightening in anticipation.The pressure inside her grew as he slid in and out of her.He reduced them both to sweating messes and each time he entered her, it felt like a vital part of him touched her soul.
When they finally shattered together, Sophie cried out his name, her whole body trembling beneath him.Diesel followed with a raw, broken sound that spoke of more than just physical release.
For long minutes, they lay tangled in the sheets, sweat-slicked and breathless.Diesel held her tight against his chest, his heart racing beneath her ear.
She thought, maybe this was the start of something real, but then she felt the subtle shift in his body, the way his arms tensed, his breathing changed, uneven against her skin.
“No,” she whispered, clinging to him.Her voice trembled.“Don’t shut down on me now.”
Diesel let out a rough exhale and buried his face in the curve of her neck, his stubble scraping softly against her skin.He pressed a kiss there, slow and aching.
“Sweetheart ...I never should’ve touched you,” he murmured against her throat.
She lifted her head and cupped his face between her palms, forcing him to look at her.His gaze was raw, vulnerable, stormy with too many feelings.
“Why?”she asked softly.“Because you think you’re too broken?Because you think I can’t handle it?”
His jaw flexed beneath her fingertips.Diesel gripped her waist tighter, as if letting go would tear him apart.
