SHATTERED AND TEMPTED
“Grip tight… don’t let go.”
The kiss stayed slow, but his instructions made my face burn. His other hand stayed firm on my waist, thumb stroking just under the hem of his shirt I was wearing. People walked past us, but he didn’t care. He kept kissing me, talking between each slow press of his lips.
“When you feel it pull… you lean with it,” he whispered, then kissed me deeper, tongue brushing mine. “Just like that, baby. Good girl.”
My knees felt weak. The arcade noise faded into the background. All I could focus on was Diesel’s mouth, his hands, and that thick, commanding voice telling me exactly how to move while he kissed me in public.