Would she be wet for me? Would she moan? Fucking hell, I’m going to need a cold shower and the longest jerk-off session in history to get through the sheer level of arousal in my system.
I should get a fucking medal for pulling back from her, but I manage. My voice is raspy with lust and desire when I speak. “It was my pleasure to rescue you.”
Diana’s entire face is flushed, lips a bit swollen from the unexpected intensity of our kiss. She doesn’t say anything as she slips around me, and I don’t take my eyes off her as she walks into the guest house.
She looks back only once, and I make no secret that I’m staring at her ass. It’s a great ass, and I’d love to get more familiar with it. But right now she needs to sleep, even though I want to haul her back and drag her to my house.
The door closes behind her and the connection snaps. I need to think about something else. Something that will get my dick under control before I get to the office. And I can’t keep thinking about Diana and her body and the way she kissed me back.
Yeah. I’m in trouble.
5
Diana
Holy hell.
I lean against the door in the small entryway of the guest house and try to catch my breath. That, I wasn’t expecting, and now I’m so turned on that I can barely breathe. That man can kiss.
It’s been so long since I’ve been properly kissed that it was overwhelming. But even though it’s been a while, I don’t know that I’ve ever been kissed like that. It was barely contained power and lust. He’s so gorgeous that I already couldn’t stop looking at him, and the second he touched me…
Now I understand what people mean when they talk about seeing fireworks. Because that’s exactly what I fucking saw. The way he kissed was demanding and unyielding, and I loved that. There was no hesitance.
The second he touched me, my body lit up like a fucking Christmas tree. I didn’t bring my vibrator on this trip, but now I wish that I had. And that voice after we kissed? I swear to God that voice might be enough to make me come when I’m this turned on. Him whispering in my ear…I shiver.
How the hell am I supposed to sleep when I know that kisses like that exist? That the significant hardness I felt in his pants exists?
God, it feels like I can never go back now.
I hear laughter in the living room and smile in response. I’m glad that my friends are having a good time. The last thing I want is for the weekend to be ruined over an accident. Even if I did stop breathing.
Taking a deep breath, I brace myself and walk into the living room.
There are already two wine bottles on the coffee table, and my friends are draped over couches, laughing and flushed. I know them well enough to know that they’re not drunk yet, but they’re well on the way.
As soon as they see me, it’s a festival of shrieking that makes my head hurt, and I’m swarmed by them and pulled into hugs before Emily yells for them to back the fuck up and give me some space.
“Are you okay?” Emily asks. “Tell me everything is fine. Please. I’ve been worried sick and have said about half a million times that I should have gone with you.”
“She really has,” Marie says. “Just so you know that she’s not lying.”
Sarah pulls me over to the couch. “Now you have to tell us what happened! One minute you were in the boat and the next you weren’t. It was a fucking whirlwind. And then Leo was in the river too—” she cuts herself off. “Sorry. Story time with you.”
“Honestly, there’s not much to tell,” I say, the exhaustion hitting me again as the glow of Leo’s lips fades away. “I couldn’t find the surface of the water and I could barely tell which way was up. I didn’t have a chance to take a breath when I went in, and then I got slammed against a rock. I woke up when Leo revived me.”
Julie puts her wine glass down on the table. “I know that he was doing that to you know…save your life…but holy shit. You could use more where that came from, if you know what I mean.”
I laugh softly, trying not to give anything away. I could indeed use more where that came from. A lot more. Over and over again. Because without a doubt it would be the best sex that I ever had. The chemistry alone would blow me away, but the way that Leo kissed told me that he knows what he’s doing.
And God, do I want that fantasy I had this morning of his beard scratching my thighs to come true.