Diesel (Devil's Mafia Brotherhood Motorcycle Club Book 1) (6 page)

Tania was amazed that she could lower her guard so much with a man. It wasn’t work anymore. Now, this was personal, and she didn’t quite know what to make of it. He was a great guy. If she set aside their war over the warehouse, it was easy to see that they were a good fit together. Their interests matched. They liked each other on a primal level. And their sexual chemistry was mind-blowing. What else could she want from a relationship?

Relationship? What the hell was she thinking about? This was only their second date. It was too soon to think about the future, but, yet, her heart beat with desire. It wasn’t enough to sleep with him. She wanted more. Dare she take the plunge?

As he dropped her home on the bike, she was still pondering over their next move. When he parked the car inside her gate, she took off her helmet and set foot on the ground. Handing over the helmet, she viewed him. “Would you like to come inside?” Until she said the words, she didn’t know that she meant to say them.

The gleam that coiled in his eyes told her his answer long before he got off the bike. He set the two helmets down. “Sure.” 

             Digging into her purse, she took out the keys. What had she done? This was madness. It was crazy to think that she could have a normal relationship with a man like him. Sure, they had many things in common, but, at the same time, he was the enemy. He was fighting to acquire the same thing she wanted. They were battling with each other. She couldn’t think, couldn’t plan.

As soon as the door closed behind them, he drew her in his arms. When his head bent and his lips brushed against her, she stopped thinking. This was what she wanted. It was glorious to feel his arms tighten around her. The kiss was soft, slow, and delicious. When his tongue brushed over her lips, she opened her mouth and allowed him to deepen the kiss. He explored each nook and cranny of her mouth, plundering and looting at will.

Maybe it was time to put a stop to this, but she didn’t want to. Instead, she allowed him to carry her.

Since he was already familiar with her house, he carried her straight into the bedroom. Laying her down on the bed, he took off her shoes. Astounded, she watched as he set them aside. What did he have in mind? His intention became clear when his fingers glided up her legs and he peeled off her stockings. It was an erotic, exotic move and the thrill of excitement that set her body on fire was as much desire as need.

With care, he removed her dress, and then his fingers glided behind her back to take off her bra. Her heavy, firm mounds slipped out and even though his eyes glazed over at the sight, he ran his hands down her body and slipped his fingers into the straps of her panties. Gently, taking his time, he took them off and threw them aside. Now she was naked and spread out before him like a bouquet of delight.

She wanted to return the favor but he fiddled with the buttons of his shirt and took it off before she could move. Tania sat back to enjoy the show. His trousers came off, as did his boxers. Her gaze traveled down his lean, washboard abs to his cock that was nestled between his thighs. The sight of it sent spasms of pleasure straight through her pussy. Moisture leaked down her thighs and, without really meaning to, she rubbed her legs together. The gleam in his eyes told her that he didn’t miss that gesture.

Slowly, he joined her on the bed. His lips descended on hers again. The kiss was hot and fast. It turned her insides into jelly. When his hands clamped on hers and held her prisoner, she didn’t resist. Instead, she enjoyed the attention. It was heady, exciting. His tongue dove into her mouth and tasted her sweet recess. The dance was erotic and she loved each moment of it. When his lips nibbled down her throat and latched on to her hard nipple, her body jerked in response, but he held her in such a firm grip that she couldn’t shift away. What had she gotten into?

Exhilarating as it was, it was also a little scary to have such intense feelings about a man she barely knew. Now that she had come this far, it was impossible to turn back. Tania lay back and enjoyed the way his mouth moved from one breast to another. He took his time paying homage to both her breasts. Her nipples swelled and hardened. She writhed under him, unable to bear the exquisite torture anymore. When his tongue licked the underside of her breasts, she shivered. Slowly he moved down, tasting the salt off her skin on her stomach and then down until he reached the mass of curls.

Letting go of her hands, he put his fingers on her thighs and had her to open for him. He inhaled deeply as if he were relishing the scent of her arousal. When his tongue brushed over her clit, the wave of pleasure that speared through her body was intense enough to make her sweat. She buckled and moaned, but he continued his gentle assault. His tongue flicked over the lips of her pussy, tasting, enjoying, until finally he pushed it inside her. She opened for him.

Now, she was a mass of shuddering, trembling muscles. It was no longer possible for her to concentrate on anything other than what he did to her. Her hands clenched the bed sheets and twisted them while she allowed him to have his way with her. He licked and fondled, caressed and massaged her clit until it throbbed wildly. The orgasm that burst through her made her cry. He moved up her body, rested his hand on her stomach, and watched her face intently while she struggled to get her breath back together.

What the hell just happened? No man ever managed to reduce her to this state with such ease. He had the hands of a magician. Determined to give back, she crawled over him. She kissed him hard on the mouth and, when he was lost in the frenzy of the passion that overtook them, she slithered down his body. Her tongue flicked over his skin until finally she nestled between his legs. His cock, hard and beautiful, sprang up straight. Bending her head, she licked the tip of his head and was rewarded with a few drops of his precious nectar. As she twisted her tongue over his balls, he growled deep in his throat. His fingers tightened in her hair and held on as if he couldn’t bear to let go. She took her time, using her hands and mouth to bring him into bliss.

The scent of his musky arousal swept through her nostrils. Delicately, she nibbled on the skin of his balls and on his thighs while he squirmed under her. It was exciting to rest back some of the control that he’d wielded on her. With care, she took him deep in her mouth and relished the way his cock throbbed in her.

“Tania,” he breathed out her name. “Please.”

His fingers dug deep into her scalp as she drove him to the edge of insanity. His sexy, gorgeous body was all hers – and she wasn’t about to let it go.

Just as she thought he was on the verge of exploding in her mouth, he rolled her off him with a hard yank. Even before she knew what was happening, he positioned her under him and drove his cock, slick and hard, straight into her pussy. The loud squeal that issued out of her lips echoed in the room. Her arms tightened around him as she struggled to take deep breaths. Lust, hot and heavy, enveloped her mind.

They were joined together, hands to hands, hips to hips, and toes to toes. He moved up, pulled out his cock, and buried it deep in her body once more. His pelvic bone ground into hers. He set the pace, grueling and hard, and she matched it. Their rhythm was perfectly in tune. Together, they moved as if their bodies were one.

When the orgasm spiraled inside her, she yelled loudly. A minute later, he came inside her. Even though he could have collapsed on top of her, he put his weight on his elbows and hovered over her. His kiss took her by surprise. Their lips met and he seemed to take his time. Finally, he rolled off her. For a moment, she felt bereft.  

“Sweetheart, you’re going to drive me crazy.”

“I could say the same thing about you.”

She got up, gathered her clothes, and went into the bathroom. Now that she was here, she might as well take a shower. Actually, she just wanted some time to herself to worry about this sudden development. What the hell was she supposed to do about this man? He was too much. It wasn’t just their sexual chemistry that drove her wild but also the fact that he was her match in every sense of the word. He could make her laugh, he could make her experience the height of pleasure, and he could make her feel safe and warm.

And yet, if he had that ability, he could also make her cry and relegate her to the pits of misery. In all these years, she had never given control to another man. The mere thought of that was disturbing, scary. How the hell did she manage to put herself in this situation? She should’ve been more careful, better prepared.

Now, she could do only one thing. It was better to tell him to move on. She wasn’t interested in a long-term relationship, and surely he wasn’t, too. Then why prolong this more. It was better to end now when they were both sated and happy. It was time to put their relationship back on the professional keel. That would be best.

After she dried her hair and put moisturizing lotion on her face, Tania took a deep breath. She was going to march out, tell him that it was amazing to be with him, but now she wanted her own space. Hopefully he would get the message and walk out of her life. She wouldn’t see him ever again or, perhaps, would just meet him in order to settle the feud over the warehouse. In either case, she didn’t intend to do anything more personal with him. This was enough.

Her mind made up, she yanked open the door. The sight of him, nestled in her bed, with the covers around him, made her halt. He was sleeping. She couldn’t believe it. When did she invite him to stay the night? What the hell was he thinking? This was way too personal, too awkward. She didn’t want him.

Before she could wake him up, her cellphone rang. Seeing that it was her boss, she frowned. He never called so late. She picked up the phone. “Hello, sir.”

“What’s the progress on the warehouse, Tania? The client is up on arms about it. They want the deal to be finalized as soon as possible.”

She gulped. He gaze roamed over Riley’s face who was sleeping peacefully as if he didn’t have a care in the world. She walked out of the room. “I am working on it, sir. It should be done this week.”

“Why is it taking so long? I thought you said it was perfect for their requirement.”

Tania couldn’t hold back any longer. “There is another group that’s interested in the same property and Xavier is in negotiation with them at the same time.”

It was obvious that he didn’t like it because he huffed with annoyance. “Who are they?”

“I don’t quite know, sir, but the man who is working for them, Riley, has met me. They appear to be very keen. May I suggest that we look at some other warehouses that are perfect for our client? Just in case, you know,” she suggested.

“I don’t operate with just in case, Tania. You know better than that. This is the warehouse they want and you’re supposed to get it for them. Is that clear?”

She flopped on the couch. Damn it! If this deal didn’t go through, her career might be in more jeopardy than she realized. “Yes, sir.”

When she placed the phone down, there was only one thought in Tania’s head; she had to convince Riley to somehow back out of this deal. If Xavier didn’t have another option, he would tell the owner to sell them the property. Her job would be safe and she might even get the promotion that she was so desperately working towards. Telling Riley to leave was the first step; she couldn’t afford to get more involved with him. If Brin found out, he would throw a fit. Marching over, she put her hand on his arm and shook him slightly. “Riley.”

She expected him to wake up, talk, and move out but what he did shook her. His arm encircled her waist and pulled her down. He shifted on the bed and made her lie beside him. His hand rested on her belly while he snuggled into her.

Damn him to hell!

She didn’t quite know what to make of this man who made her blood tingle with desire. He was truly good at what he did – business, bed, and conversation. But was there more of a substance to the man? She wasn’t sure – but she was game to discover more about him. She didn’t want this. Much to her consternation, she no longer had the urge to get rid of him, not when his lips hovered inches beyond her shoulder. The soft breath that he released felt warm against her skin. It was so wrong in so many ways – and yet it felt perfectly fine. She allowed her eyes to close. Tomorrow was another day. She would deal with this problem later.