Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 64662 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64662 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
I scoff at his accusation, pulling away from him but not out of his grasp. I roll my eyes. “What do I have to be scared of?” Besides everything?
“I let you down. I know that, and I’ve been kicking my own ass since I came home and found you gone,” he says, the sound low and deep, and fuck me, so sexy. “I’m going to make it right.”
“And what if you can’t make it right?” I want to believe the words coming from his mouth because the truth is, I haven’t stopped thinking about him since I left Angel Harbor, but I can’t let myself believe him.
“I can,” he replies quickly and with certainty. “I know I can. You just have to give me a chance.”
Yes, please. “Why? Why should I trust you again? More important, why should I give you the chance to hurt me again?”
“That’s fair,” he answers, still gripping me like he’s scared to let me go, like if he blinks, I’ll be gone again. “I care about you, Cass. You care about me too, I know it. And you know as well as I do that we could be something really fucking good if we don’t fuck it up.”
“You think I care about you?” I do, but he can’t know that because I haven’t been obvious about it. Have I?
He shakes his head. “No, I don’t think you do. I know you do.” A slow grin spreads across his face. “You fucking adore me the way I adore you. I don’t even know when it happened, but the moment I found out you were kidnapped, all I wanted was to bring you back to me. And watching you walk away from me damn near killed me. That doesn’t happen to me, Cass, not ever. I’m not the guy who cares like that, not about anything but my MC. And now you.”
I open my mouth to deny his words, but he puts a finger over my lips, and rakes his hand through my hair, letting it linger.
“Don’t even fucking think about denying it, Cass. For now, you can lie to yourself, but don’t lie to me. I can see it in your eyes even now that you give a damn. I saw it last night in Aria’s office. The happiness and then the pain.”
I look away but not for long because he turns my chin back until I’m looking in his eyes.
“Last night I had MC shit to take care of, and I couldn’t say everything I wanted to say in that moment. You deserve better than a fly-by apology, Cassidy.”
“Okay, maybe I do care about you, Diesel.” It’s more than maybe, and his stupid, sexy, smug smile says he knows it, too. “Dating a trucker isn’t easy.”
“Life ain’t easy, babe.”
“I’ll be gone a lot.”
He shrugs. “And you’ll be back. Maybe I’ll go on the road with you or meet you somewhere.”
“You have answers for everything, don’t you?”
He nods. “When I want something as bad as I want you, Cassidy, I find a way.”
My heart is pounding so hard I can hardly breathe, or maybe the look in his eyes makes me breathless. “I want you, too, Diesel.” The words rush out of me.
His grip tightens on my hair, and he gives me a gentle tug that I feel down my spine and between my thighs. “Prove it.”
“How?”
His lips curl into a mischievous smile. “Let me go on the road with you. Right now.”
My eyes go wide. “Right now? You had pretty serious MC stuff to handle last night.”
“It’s handled.”
“And your work at Morgan International?”
“They can do without me for a week or two. Let me go with you.”
Can I do this? Yeah, I can. Do I want to? Hell, yeah, I do. I gather my courage and nod. “Okay, let’s do it.”
“The open road with my girl. This is gonna be fun.”
I soak it up, leaning into his embrace and succumbing to the intoxicating effects of his kisses. His tongue is magic, and it’s taking every ounce of willpower I have not to jump him right here, where everyone can see. It’s a kiss that holds a world of promises, and I’m not sure he can keep them or that I want him to, but I want time to figure it out.
Diesel pulls back slightly and pulls me against his chest before whispering in my ear. “Please tell me that cab has someplace we can celebrate.” He wiggles his eyebrows as if I don’t know what he’s asking.
I laugh. “It’s a tight fit, but yeah, we can christen it. Tonight, when we stop.”
His shoulders fall in disappointment. “Later?”
“Yep. We have a schedule to keep, so if you’re coming with me and we’re doing this—”
“—I am,” he growls. “We are.”
“Then get your sexy ass in gear because we leave in sixty. Grab some clothes and a toothbrush and come back to me.”