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“So sure, are you? I could be a total slob or have habits that would drive a sane man to drink.”
“Trust me when I say there isn’t anything you could do to change my mind that you’re my heart-match.”
“I’m glad I came to the bar tonight.”
“Me, too, sweetness.”
Chapter Five
Diesel parked on a gravel driveway next to a quaint ranch house. The front porch lights were on, revealing a bright red front door and a welcome mat. He got out, then opened Emberly’s door and offered her his hand. She took it and they walked up to the aging front porch where she unlocked the door and he followed her inside.
His cat had been making demands since he’d laid eyes on her, and while he was trying to mentally block the beast’s train of thought that inevitably led to the bedroom, he couldn’t help but be hopeful they’d wind up there. He was determined to let her lead and in no way wanted to put any pressure on her.
Whatever happens, she’s with us and that’s what matters, he told his beast, who simply grumbled in return.
“Do you want something to eat or drink?” Emberly asked. She slipped off her heels and picked them up.
“I’m good.”
“Wanna sit?” she asked, gesturing to the couch.
He sat on the comfortable couch and she joined him. After placing her heels on the floor, she inhaled and gave him a nervous smile.
Cupping her face, he drew her to him and kissed her. She sighed and melted in his arms, moving closer until he leaned back against the couch and pulled her with him. She straddled him, and he rested his hands on her waist. He was entranced by her. Everything about her seemed tailor-made for him, from the way she fit against him to the way she tasted and smelled. He was in heaven.
She rolled her hips and pressed harder against him. He slid his hands down her hips to the edge of the dress, caressing the backs of her bare thighs. He was protesting the confining jeans that separated them, and as if she were psychic, she reached between them and tugged on his shirt, pulling it from where it was tucked into his waistband. Her fingers found his waistband under the material, her thumb and index finger twisting the fastener and opening it. Tugging her dress up to her waist, he spread his hands across the silky panties covering her bottom.
Pulling from the kiss, she pressed her forehead to his, breathing hard. With a soft growl, he flipped their positions, laying her on the couch and leaning over her.
She touched his face, her eyes luminous. Nuzzling her palm, he bent and kissed her once more. “I can’t let you get me naked yet.”
“Oh?” she asked with a smile.
“Your scent is calling to me, sweetness.” His voice was rough as he kissed down her neck and across the bit of cleavage showing at the low neckline of the dress. He slid halfway off the couch and smiled up at her.
He moved his hands up under her bottom and pulled her panties down her legs, then pushed her knees gently apart to make room for his shoulders. Diesel stared at the apex of her thighs, his body strung tight and his mind spinning. He'd never wanted someone as much as he wanted Emberly, but it was more than just having sex – he wanted this first time together to be amazing for her.
Inhaling her sweet scent, he kissed up the inside of her thigh, smiling inwardly at the way her muscles tensed as he drew close. He pressed his hand lightly to her abdomen, spreading the lips of her sex open with his thumb and middle finger. Her heat beckoned him, the wet folds begging for his touch. He flicked his tongue against her clit, and she gasped softly. He did it again and again, alternating between moving from side to side, to circles, to rapid flicks. She shuddered and he tilted his head, tonguing her core and using his index finger to play with her clit.
She tasted as sweet as she smelled, all woman and honey. He'd only had a little taste and he was fully addicted.
She tilted her hips and placed her hands on top of his head, her nails scraping his scalp.
"Diesel," she said, his name a moan on her lips.
Spurred on by her breathy moans, he alternated between tonguing her heat and rubbing her clit. His cat was right under his skin, purring at her reactions.
She writhed under him, her skin flushing with passion.
He slid two fingers into her and worked his tongue on her clit, letting his purrs vibrate against her most sensitive place. Her pussy clenched his fingers and heat flooded over him just moments before she cried out, her hips flexing and her clit swelling. She fisted his hair and tugged, and he kissed up the center of her body, laving attention on her nipples as he worked his jeans down his hips to free his cock. He was harder than he'd ever been and felt like he was two seconds away from blowing his load everywhere.
No one had ever reacted to him the way she did.
She was his heart-match from head-to-toe, and he was already half in love with her.
He kissed her lips as his cock brushed her entrance. If his eyes had been open, they would have rolled back in his head at how good it felt to press slowly inside her. How perfectly snug she was around his length, how everything within him reverberated with the sense that she was made for him.
She moaned when he was fully inside her, the sound muffled by their kiss. He stroked his tongue against hers as he began to move, flexing his hips to drive himself in and out of her, aware that he was holding onto his control by a thread.
