Chapter 4

Four

K aila

My mouth came unhinged.

Reaching out, I traced a finger over rich purple ink and taut skin. "You have my name on your chest?" His muscles rippled under my touch. My name wasn't just on his chest; it was part of the intricate dragon's body I saw peeking out from beneath his shirt earlier. He had made my name a work of art and put it on his body.

"As I said, sweetheart, you were the one that got away," he purred. He traced the back of his knuckles over my cheek, and warmth bloomed through me.

His eyes dipped, and I saw the banked heat burning behind those thick lashes. He was holding back, letting me get comfortable with him before he made a move.

Heat exploded through my veins. I felt every cell in my body pulse. Nerve endings tingled. My mind spun with what I felt, what all this meant.

Heat rumbled through me when strong fingers worked into the flesh of my shoulders and turned me around.

Our gazes locked in the reflection of the mirror. He wasn't a pretty boy like some rocker or Hollywood chart-topper. He was down to earth, humble, but knew what he liked. And apparently, that was still me.

Maybe spending so much time around boardrooms and all those prim and proper office workers made me crave the raw, masculine alpha male that was Diesel.

I stood before the mirror staring at my brand-new ink. The cherub white gold-tipped wings completely covered the letters of the name I'd once hated with a burning passion. But now that the name was gone, I hardly felt anything for the man who I let hurt me so badly.

I ran my fingers over my thigh close to the fresh ink. "How did you capture my spirit so completely?"

Diesel stood behind me; his reflection fierce in the mirror. His darker head above my lighter one seemed to be the perfect contrast and somehow matched. I quivered when his hand slid across the small dip of my back.

I couldn't help but wonder if I secretly came here to see if I still held a flame for him. Or to find out if I truly was as broken as I once felt.

When he rested his hands on my waist, a shock of desire bolted straight to my pussy. He skimmed a light touch until his palm rested over my midriff, and that was when my eyes dipped closed and I let myself feel. My stomach dipped and my pulse raced.

Fingers slipped beneath the beltline of my skirt and teased the tip of my panties. I chanced a look up and when our gazes connected, I felt the ties of the past merge with my present. I fell into those dark powerful eyes and instead of feeling lost, it felt familiar. He felt safe.

A little lower and his fingers would find the wet spot along the front of my panties, and I struggled not to whimper. A thumb hooked into the thin band, and this time I didn't hold back. I moaned. A throaty sound that pulled a huskier one from him. My head fell back on its own accord, and he cradled it in one broad palm as he lowered his lips to my hummingbird.

I arched into him, pressed my ass into the ridge of his hard cock. He's huge all over, the material of his shirt stretched over a thick, broad chest that had me licking my lips, but my eyes kept traveling to the impressive bulge pressing against his zipper.

"Eager, baby?" he groaned deeply. His lips teased over the shell of my ear and had me panting softly.

"Kaila," he whispered a split second before covering the ink with his mouth. As he nibbled his way to my throat, I tilted to the side so his breath teased over my sensitive skin.

His tongue swiped over my pulse point, his hand a mere inch away from where I wanted his attention most. My rapid pulse shot heat through my entire body.

"So close. Just a little lower," I heard myself murmur. Deep down I knew I should stop, but being in his arms chased away the cold I've lived with for so long.

"Mine," he growled softly. "Mine, and now that I have you, I'm not letting you go."

It seemed crazy to think we could be just as hot for one another after so long apart. Even crazier to think it felt so natural.

But I couldn't help but wonder, was this wrong? A fleeting thought of what my father said entered my mind, but it's gone just as quickly. Those brazen fingers stroked over my skin and dipped between my drenched folds. Suddenly I grew weak in the knees. I cried out, still reeling from the power of his words.

He pressed his lips to my skin, sucking and teasing me until my senses were overloaded. I slid a hand up to caress his stubbled jaw. Need slashed through me. I buried my hands in his thick hair and held him firmly to me.

My body trembled. He turned me into his arms, his lips trailing around my throat and up my chin. When he angled his mouth over mine, I threw my arms around his neck and clung to him. His cock a hard, steel rod against my belly. As he plunged his tongue into my mouth for the first time, part of me knew it wouldn't be the last.

I palmed his face and drew him closer, taking our kiss deeper. He tasted delicious, and I wanted more. "Diesel," I cried out between kisses.

"That's right, baby." His brown gaze pinned me in place—I couldn't move if I'd wanted. I didn't have to, though. Diesel hooked his hands under my thighs and lifted me against his cock.

"Do you want all of that? All of me?" he purred.

A thin scrap of soaked fabric covering my folds separated my pussy from the denim over his erection. It was too much. I plucked at his buttons, kissing him with all the pent-up passion inside me. Feverish need left over from our time together years ago flooded my system.

One tug of my blouse left me in my bra, which he made quick work of removing.

Need exploded as my skin met his bare flesh—hard nipples pressing against my Kaila tattoo over his thumping heart.

Diesel's jaw tightened, and a shadow played over his expression. "I feel you, baby. I need you just as badly. Fuck but it's true. I need to get you to a bed." His conviction was all I desired and more.

He carried me to the red leather chair and spread me on it, arranging my arms and legs to his liking. The bulge in his pants drew my eye and hand. I cupped the hard length through the denim, and he rocked back on his heels. A large hand came down on mine, and together we cupped his massive size.

With a burning in his eyes unlike anything I'd seen before, he said, "Don't move."

I didn't dare disobey. I wanted—craved—this just as badly. I believed Diesel when he said I was his special one. I was about to give him license over my body, and my heart just might come as an extension if I wasn't careful.

He went to the door. When he flipped the lock, the grate of metal on metal sealing us together resounded deep within me.

"No one gets to see you like this. Only me. Only ever me." Dark sparks of intent flashed in the depths of his irises and a soft smile pulled at his lips.

I wasn't sure if he spoke to me or himself. His voice pitched low but had the same effect on me. I swallowed hard, my pulse jacking up. Either way, it sent a flush of chills to race over my heated skin.

When he returned to me, he didn't hesitate—he took my mouth in a lingering, passionate kiss. Light stubble seared my skin and I moaned for more. He lowered himself over my body, and I held him close, wrapping my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist.

With my skirt discarded on the floor with the rest of my clothes, I laid almost totally bare and naked for the first man to ever steal my heart. And I found myself silently wishing he would be the last.

Only thing I had left keeping him from me was my skimpy white thong.

And I knew he saw how wet I was. His eyes burned with smoldering heat, and they narrowed where I creamed the strip of my thong.

His hands slid beneath my ass and gripped me tightly. He ran the tip of his nose over the silky drenched cloth and inhaled.

Oh God…

Heat washed over my face, but he didn't seem to notice my utter embarrassment. For the first time since our night on the beach, I am damn near naked for Diesel and there was no part of me left to the imagination. I couldn't help but cringe inside a little. That Southern upbringing and all drilled into the core of my being.

"Mmm, fucking nectar of gods," he crooned, pulling another wave of warm girl cum to soak my thong. "I've dreamed about having your honey on my tongue, tasting the sweetness I know is between these delicious thighs."

Yanking the edge to the side, he moved in slowly, his eyes locked on my pink throbbing clit. He looked entranced, bewitched, and completely lost to desire.

He blew a stream of hot air over my exposed clit, and I gasped, rocked to the core with such a feather-light caress. If he could do that to me without touching me, I couldn't wait to have his mouth, fingers, cock—all of him—taking me with all the pent up need I feel radiating out of him.

He groaned deeply, his hungry tongue gliding up the crease of my soaked pussy. He gathered all the spilled juices and tongue-fucked me so achingly slow I damn near begged for him to just take me already.

But this, oh, baby, this was so good, too. I could never make myself feel like this...I don't know... lost in lust, I guessed. Not even close.

Ten fingers dug into the soft flesh of my ass cheeks holding me close. His tongue pushed deep and when my walls clenched around his tongue, he groaned.

He tugged at my panties, wanting more of me on his tongue. Each flick against my clit sent me straight to heaven.

Suddenly he growled and yanked, and then tossed aside the scrap of cloth that made up my thong.

I gasped, but he was already back to eating, unaware of my total shock and just how turned on I was by his dominance.

I buried my fingers in his lush hair and held him. I rode his mouth, gasping, and moaning. My core tightened. Fire tumbled through me, alive and intent on burning me from the inside out. A thick finger slid into my drenched, slippery channel, and the second he latched onto my clit I screamed my release.

I cried out, pleasure rocking my hips against his face. The burn of his stubble was delicious pleasure-pain I found I liked. A lot. Never stopping, he teased my throbbing, greedy clit straight through my orgasm until my eyes screwed shut and I was breathing so heavily stars danced behind my eyelids.

"Diesel," I panted, nearly ready to tumble off the chair, but he steadied me. In more ways than he knew.