Page 23 of Diamond

Is he kidding? It’s all I can think about.

“I’ll admit that you are very good with your mouth and your hands.”

“That almost sounded like a compliment.” He laughs, and I like how the corners of his eyes crinkle when he does it.

“You’re mean, though.”

“Mean?” he asks teasingly. “How so?”

“Because you didn’t let me return the favor.”

Our eyes meet. “Do you want to return the favor?”

“Duh. I’m not a total bitch.”

He shakes his head, exasperation written all over his face. “Well, holy fuck.”

I don’t lead him to the clubhouse. I take him to my place.

“You’re a bad influence,” I whisper.

“Me?” He points to his chest with his thumb. “Why am I the bad influence? I’ve never been arrested.”

“Throw that in my face all you like, but you and I both know Lanzetti was trying to rile me up. If I were him, I would’ve gone with flattery.”

The second the door behind us closes, he pulls me into him. My breath catches as he cups my face. “You want to know the truth?” His words touch me somewhere deep inside.

“Always.”

He presses his forehead to mine. “You’re driving me fucking insane.”

I can feel how hard he is with our bodies so close together. I love that I get him this worked up and hard just by being myself. No foreplay needed with Nash Calloway.

“Speak for yourself, I was left high and dry after that stunt in the barn.”

He cocks a brow. “We both know you were far from dry, princess.”

His lips hover over mine.

“Kiss me,” I beg.

“Thought you’d never ask.” His lips find mine, and it is everything.

Brutal.

Hot.

Dangerous.

It has my pulse racing, and the rest of my body tingling for more. When his tongue slips into my mouth, my body turns to mush. He kisses impeccably, strong and masculine.

My hand snakes down his body, admiring how fucking ripped he is, and I grip his cock. He hisses, deepening the kiss.

Of course, I feel how thick he is through his jeans, and it makes my body shiver.

I want him.

I want this man inside me.