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“You can do more than just stare at my tits, Prospect,” I added, my voice low enough for his ears alone. “I might even let you touch them. I’m sure a woman has never allowed you to do that before. Oh, and don’t forget to ask nicely.”
Diablo lifted his gaze to meet mine. I raised an eyebrow in a silent challenge.
Your move, tough guy.
The air between us practically sizzled with sexual tension. Thank God Tarzan was here. Otherwise, I would probably make a very stupid decision that involved the hottest hate sex of my life.
“You’re wasting daylight, princess,” Diablo said, his voice hoarse. “Get your ass into that truck and start driving.”
I was tempted to ask him if that’s what he was more interested in—ass instead of tits—but I held my tongue. Tarzan had finished securing his bike to the trailer and stood by, arms crossed, watching the whole exchange with a displeased look on his face.
When I climbed into my Jeep and started driving, I glimpsed Diablo in my side mirror. He smoothly navigated onto the road behind me, following at a safe distance. Then he lifted one hand and flicked two fingers away from his temple in the parody of a salute—acknowledging my higher rank with sarcasm.
“I still don’t like him,” Tarzan grumbled.
“I know.”
My gaze lingered on the rear-view mirror. Diablo steered with one hand while his other palm rested lightly on his thigh. Even though his helmet shielded his face, I didn’t need to see how smug the bastard must have been when he slid his hand higher up his leg with an inviting pat-pat.
I wrenched my gaze back to the road, tightening my grip on the steering wheel. My lower belly fluttered with warmth and need. My panties were probably a mess by now. Logically, I knew Diablo was trouble, but my body didn’t give a damn.
It took every ounce of concentration I had to stay focused on the road instead of Diablo as we made our way back to Aerondale. Even though the drive was barely forty-five minutes, it felt excruciatingly longer than that.
When I pulled up to Lucky Dice Auto Repair, I could have sworn I heard Tarzan mumble under his breath, thank God. I rolled down my window and waved at Diablo to signal that he should keep going. We had arrived at our destination safely and he didn’t need to tail us anymore.
Instead, Diablo came to a stop beside me and pushed his visor up.
“Didn’t I tell you we would behave ourselves?” I said.
“I had my doubts,” he replied.
“Well, you don’t have to babysit us anymore. You can run along now.”
His dark brown eyes glittered at my teasing.
“I just ate your dust for nearly an hour. I think you owe me a drink.”
Oh, boy.
Flirting was bad enough. Adding alcohol to the mix was like pouring gasoline on a wildfire.
“You were the one who insisted on tagging along, Prospect.”
Diablo hummed with a little nod. When he propped one hand on the back of his bike, reclining his posture into a relaxed position, my gaze trailed down the length of his torso. My thoughts strayed to sliding that gray t-shirt up, unbuckling his belt. Would his cock be long and slim, like the rest of him? Or would it be short and thick, aggressively stretching me open when I straddled him?
Jesus. No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn’t keep my head out of the gutter when I was around this man.
“You could call it a gesture of good faith,” Diablo countered. “Since I was stabbed by a member of your club.”
I sighed and dropped my head back against my seat.
“You just won’t let that go.”
“I’ll think about it. Buy me a drink first.”
I glanced at Diablo out of the corner of my eye. He met my gaze, waiting expectantly for an answer. Yesterday, he had been the loudest to protest the presence of my club on his turf, in his clubhouse.
