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My heart makes a fuss at his question because it’s clear he’s thinking about spending more time with me. It’s a nice thought, and fuck me, but I wish I could say yes. “I’m in Central California probably once or twice a month. But L.A.? Down where you are? Not much. Why?”
His lips tug into a sultry smile so full of heat I’m suddenly no longer cold from the early evening breeze. “You know why.”
I do. “You want a booty call whenever I cross the state line?”
He laughs. “Or maybe I want to give you a reason to cross that line as fast and as often as you fucking can.”
Isn’t this what I’ve always wanted? Someone who makes every trip back home feel like a celebration instead of a reminder of what I miss while I’m away. “That sounds nice.”
He grunts. “Puppies are nice, Cassidy. I’m talking about long days, possibly weeks in bed, out of bed, on my bike, eating good food, and laughing until our sides ache.”
Shit. That’s exactly what I’ve always wanted, at least the chance to see if that’s really what I want. Maybe Diesel and I will fizzle out after a week or two or after a few long trips apart. Then again, maybe not. “Is it a good idea for us to think like that?”
He shrugs. “I only have good ideas once in a while.” That’s what his mouth says, but he’s leaning closer, and suddenly, all I want is his lips on mine again. “Like this,” he whispers just before his lips crash into mine. “This is a great fucking idea.”
When our lips lock, our tongues and teeth collide, I can’t agree more. Kissing Diesel is better than kissing anyone I’ve ever known. His lips are full and soft, and his touch is demanding, forcing me to confront the swirl of emotions flipping around in my belly. He tastes like beer and barbecue sauce, which doesn’t sound all that appealing until you’re sucking it off a sexy biker’s tongue.
Diesel pulls back first, which would usually make me feel foolish, but the look in his eyes stops me from feeling anything butwhite-hot attraction. “Cassidy.” My name falls from his lips on a plea, like he’s begging me to make up my mind.
Little does he know that my mind’s been made up since before he knocked on my door hours ago. “Yes,” I whisper before diving in for another taste of his mouth.
We kiss like horny teenagers right here on the beach. His body pushes forward until I’m on my back, arms and legs wrapped around him, his denim-covered cock nestles right between my thighs. Diesel devours my mouth, and I’m dizzy with the taste and the feel of him.
I need more.“Diesel,” I moan against his lips. “We need to get out of here.”
He stops abruptly and pulls back. “Now?”
I smile. “Right fucking now.”
In seconds we’re both on our feet, gathering the food and blanket, rushing across the beach to the parking lot until the bike is barreling back to the motel. My chest feels so fucking tight I can barely breathe with how badly I want this man, how much I need this.
We practically fall into the room, mouths fused together. Diesel kicks the door closed and flips the lock. His gaze never leaves mine as he crosses the room. “You sure?”
I nod and lick my lips. “So fucking sure.” His mouth is on mine before I finish the words, and I cling to him like he’s my lifeboat in a violent storm. His hands roam over my bare flesh, caressing and massaging until I’m a trembling mess in his arms.
By the time we fall together on the mattress, our clothes are on the motel floor, our bodies hot as they slide together, hungry andeager for what’s to come. “Oh!” His lips wrap around my nipple while his other hand snakes down my belly, finding me wet and swollen between my thighs.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he growls, sinking his teeth into the hard flesh of my nipple. “Is that for me?”
“No,” I sigh, “it’s for him,” I answer, reaching between us to get my hand on his cock, long and thick and so hard my pussy aches to be filled by him.
“Tease,” he growls, giving my other nipple the same treatment while his hands push me closer and closer to the edge. Strong, thick fingers pump into me, slow and deep.
“Diesel,” I moan and arch into his touch. “More.”
“You get this one for free. The next one is on me.” Before I can ask what he means, his mouth is back on my nipple while he finger fucks me to the quickest, most violent orgasm of my life.
“Yes, Diesel!” My body shakes and quivers. My muscles are so tight they feel like they might snap me in half. Slowly, my body comes down, and a low laugh escapes. “Fuck, that was good.” It’s been too long since I’ve felt this good, and even longer since it was because of a man and not a vibrator.
“Good, because the next time you come, it’s because I say you can.”
I want to protest, but the teasing lilt in his voice, the spark in his eyes, it’s all so fucking intriguing, so I just roll my eyes. “We’ll see.”
“Yeah, we will.” His easy agreement should scare me, but it doesn’t. But then he lifts one leg, kissing my ankle and up my calf and thigh, over my hipbone and ribcage, all the way up to mymouth before he plants a long, hard kiss against my lips and then kisses me all the way back down to my ankle.
I’m trembling with the need to come, but his slow moves tell me it’ll be a while. And it is. He takes his time until his lips touch every inch of my skin, and my fingertips dig into the flesh of his wide shoulders. “Diesel.”
“Tell me.”
