Love

EMMA

I glance at Diablo, his stance making me grin. He’s like a kid in a candy store, leaning casually against the doorframe.

His happiness is a refreshing sight. I saunter over to him, adding a little extra sway to my hips, hoping to stir his desire. He chuckles and moves toward me, meeting me halfway.

We come to a halt, toe to toe. I look up, my gaze flitting between his green eyes and his tempting lips. I want him. He could be my stress relief. My exhaustion is forgotten.

He returns my gaze, the intensity making me shiver. He’s a truly magnificent man. I could never tire of looking at him. He takes my breath away.

“Hey, baby. Rough night?” he asks, his voice husky.

“Yeah, a bit. Long day, too.”

“What happened with Robert and the training session with Travis?” he inquires.

“No work talk, babe. I just want to enjoy the rest of the night with you. I have to get up early tomorrow.”

He doesn’t respond, just stares into my eyes, searching for something. But I’m not giving anything away.

His gaze ignites a fire in my belly. I can feel my panties getting wet under his intense stare. He’s never looked at me like this before.

I pull my bottom lip between my teeth, feeling a bit vulnerable under his watchful gaze.

“Don’t do that, baby. I want to take things slow tonight. If you keep biting your lip, it’ll be over before it even starts.”

Feeling a bit bold, I continue biting my lip.

“Damn, baby, don’t bite your lip. It drives me wild thinking about what you could do with that mouth of yours.”

I release my bottom lip, maintaining eye contact with him. He lowers his head to mine, his lips stopping just inches from mine. I can smell his minty breath mixed with his own masculine scent.

He’s recently showered. Having him this close without touching him is pure torture. I drop my shoes and handbag on the floor, stand on my tiptoes, and close the gap between our lips.

The kiss starts slow, our lips exploring each other. He opens his mouth, gently biting my bottom lip before pressing his lips hard against mine, swallowing my moan of pleasure.

I pull him closer. The kiss deepens, becoming more urgent, more passionate. I love kissing him. He stirs every part of me. My panties are already wet, and we’ve barely begun.

His hands glide up my thighs, pushing my dress up, revealing my long legs and wet panties.

“Jump for me, baby.”

I place my hands on his shoulders and jump, wrapping my legs around his waist. He grabs my ass, adjusting me so that I’m flush against his hard arousal. He’s as turned on as I am.

He rests his forehead against mine, looking into my eyes as he carries us into the bedroom.

He undresses me slowly, peppering my body with soft kisses, pausing only when I need to step out of my panties.

He continues to kiss me from my toes upward while kneeling in front of me, touching every inch of my legs and thighs before pausing to look up into my eyes.

I see his smirk before he averts his gaze, placing his mouth at my core, kissing my clit before starting to slowly suck on it.

He pauses to blow softly on it, then resumes sucking and licking, quickening his pace with each lick. My hands are in his hair, pulling him closer, if that’s even possible.

His tongue moves expertly over my clit, parting my folds, continuing to lick and suck, each movement heightening the sensitivity.

The heat in my belly moves down to my pussy, begging for release. He’s driving me wild and he knows it. He knows exactly what my body craves.

“Babe, I’m close, don’t stop, just like that!” But then he does the unthinkable—he stops. He tilts his head slightly away from my aching core and looks into my eyes.

“Baby, I love what only I can do to you. You’re mine, all mine.”

“Yes, yes, just yours,” I pant, refusing to let thoughts of what Dean did to me cloud this moment. “Please. I want to cum.”

As soon as the words leave my mouth, Diablo starts licking and sucking my wet, dripping core relentlessly.

“Oh, so wet, baby, just for me. See what I do to you.”

“Yes, now make me cum, just like only you can,” I lie, needing him to give me the release my body craves. He pushes two fingers into my wet pussy before latching his mouth onto my heated core.

The sensation of his fingers and mouth is pure ecstasy. He maintains the rhythmic movement. The feeling he’s creating inside of me is sensational.

I’m close, so very close. Just a little more and my juices will be coating his mouth.

Pulling his hair, arching my back, I unravel on his fingers, the clenching and unclenching of my walls driving my orgasm to a new level.

I keep shouting his name over and over until my orgasm is just a small spasm. I can’t stand on my feet anymore. Sensing my legs are about to buckle, he lifts me up bridal style, gently placing me on the bed.

He stands to remove his boxers before positioning himself between my legs, the tip of his huge erection stopping at my entrance.

“Damn, baby, I love the way you taste on my tongue. Looking at your naked body drives me wild, and knowing you’re all mine only makes me want you more. You’re fucking beautiful, baby.”

Before I can respond, he plunges deep into my still wet core, letting out a deep growl.

“Mine, all mine. You’re still so tight, baby. Every time with you feels like the first time.”

His husky voice combined with his words almost has me coming again. He pulls out of me, leaving the tip of his erection inside of me before pushing into me again. He lifts my left leg, placing it over his shoulder.

The new position allows him to drive deeper into me than he ever has before. The feeling is amazing.

“So fucking wet, baby. The wetter you are, the more it drives me wild. I love it, I love moving in and out of you. Feeling your walls clench around my cock pushes me closer to the edge.

“Baby, cum for me. I’m close,” he grunts, his words punctuated by his thrusts.

My back arches as I unravel once more. My nails dig into his skin, pushing him closer to his own peak. A few more thrusts and he’s there, releasing inside me. Our orgasms seem to stretch on forever.

My body clenches and unclenches around him, drawing out every last drop he has to give. It’s incredible, and I’m spent.

He withdraws from me slowly, collapsing next to me on the bed. We’re both panting, our bodies slowly coming down from the high. He rolls onto his side, pulling me into a spooning position.

“Damn, baby,” he murmurs, his voice still rough. “I’m so glad you’re mine. That was mind-blowing.”

“It was,” I agree, my words trailing off as I slip into a deep, dreamless sleep.

When I wake up the next morning, Diablo is still asleep. I slip out of bed and head to the bathroom to freshen up. Afterward, I start searching for my phone.

I finally find my purse where I’d dropped it the night before. I pull out my phone and shoot a quick text to Levi. I overslept. It’s already eleven o’clock.

Levi and I were supposed to meet at the gym at three. He’s probably pissed. Hell, I’m pissed at myself for letting sex and Diablo interfere with my workout routine.

***

My phone buzzes almost immediately with Levi’s response.

***

Damn Levi for knowing me so well—or rather, for knowing Diablo and me so well.

The rest of the weekend passes in a blur of little rest and a lot of the fun activity Diablo and I had indulged in the night I killed Robert.