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One more minute and I won’t be able to stop myself.
It was just the reminder I needed to slow the kiss and pull back, setting Ellie on her feet. “You need space. Remember?”
She sent me an angry glare as I walked away, but I was determined to give her what she said she needed, and not just what she wanted right now.
“That’s petty,” she called after me.
I laughed. “No, it’s a man listening to his woman. When you’re done with that space, you know where to find me, sweetness.” My cock was so stiff it was difficult to walk, but I managed to make it to my room before relieving the pressure of my zipper on my cock.
It wasn’t forever, I reminded myself.
She just needed time.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Ellie
Where were the words? Night after night, I sat inside my little office and tried to write, but they wouldn’t come anymore. No matter what I came up with, I ended up deleting it all because it was shit. None of my words added anything interesting to the story, not intrigue or sex appeal, not mystery or any-fucking-thing else. “Dammit.”
I knew when I was fighting a losing battle, so I backed up my lack of progress out of habit, turned off the lights, and made my way to the guest room where I’d been staying for the past week. A week of sleeping alone in a bed once again. A week of sleepless nights because every single time my eyes drifted shut, all I saw was Diesel, with is sexy, shaggy, blond hair that was in desperate need of cut because it made him look like rogue from a different era, a pirate. His piercing blue eyes that could go from smiling to simmering in an instant. The way his tattooed arms bunched and flexed when his big body hovered over me the moment before his cock thrust into me.
The way he kissed me that night before he gave me the space I’d asked for, had stayed with me. Night after night, I felt his big hands gripping my ass, his thick cock pressed between my legs, and then the sad look on his face when he left me standing there, wet and panting, horny as hell. But it wasn’t just the sex or the constant wanting him, it was also the way he touched me and held me, like I was something precious to him. Pretty much it was everything about the man I didn’t want to want, but who I wanted with every breath in my body.
Even now as I lay awake, rubbing my thighs together, my thoughts were of Diesel, wishing he was here to soothe the ache. But he wasn’t. “Because I needed space,” I growled for what felt like the thousandth time in the past seven days. The friction didn’t do anything to soothe the ache for his cock, if anything, it only made it worse.
I needed to get my head out of my ass.
No, I needed to be honest with myself.
And what I needed—honestly—was Diesel and the way he made me feel both in my body and in my heart.
I sat up and looked around the dark room with a determination I hadn’t felt since Stacy hadn’t returned for Leo. I’m going to get my man.
I changed out of my t-shirt and cotton panties, opting for lacy black panties and a silky robe before I headed down the hall that would take me to Diesel. I held my breath as I knocked, waiting in the hallway like an unwanted visitor.
“Come in,” his deep voice boomed, and my heart thudded.
I twisted the doorknob and stepped inside to see Diesel laid out in the middle of the bed in nothing but a pair of boxer briefs that showed off his long, thick cock. “Um, hey.”
One brow arched high, and his lips tugged into something that resembled a smile, but not quite. “Got enough of your space?”
I nodded and closed the door behind me.
“Say it,” he demanded.
“I’m done with having my space from you, Diesel.” Saying the words was like a weight had lifted off my shoulders. “Happy?”
His broad shoulders lifted and fell in one smooth move. “Soon. Take off the robe.”
His rough voice skittered over my skin and sent a wave of goosebumps rushing over me as I untied the sash and shrugged off the robe, letting it pool at my feet on the floor.
“Ah, fuck, sweetness. You look good enough to eat.”
My nipples beaded tight. A shiver rocketed through me, and I put my hands on my hips.
“Tell me, Ellie. Have you been thinking about me this past week?”
“Yes.”
