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He turns her way. His eyes scan the length of her body, and I swear I see his jaw go even more rigid. How that’s possible, I don’t know. Then he turns and disappears into the darkness of the nightclub.
The exchange happens so quickly I have to ask myself if I made it up.
“Are you alright?” I ask Kennedy.
She opens and closes her mouth a couple of times before looking over at me. She blinks and then pulling herself together.
“Fine. Great. Let’s go back upstairs.” The words are barely out of her mouth before she’s dashing off in the direction of the stairs to the VIP section.
“What was that about?” I mumble.
“Did he touch you?” Diego suddenly asks, sounding irate.
“No.” I press my hand to his chest. I can feel his heartbeat through his clothing. I rise to my tiptoes and run my finger along his bottom lip and then through the hairs of his beard.
My ex isn’t even a thought in my mind as I look up into Diego’s eyes.
“How about we head home?”
His eyes darken in that way that makes my nipples tighten. Never in my life did I imagine I could want someone this badly.
“Let’s go,” he says before wrapping me up in one of his long arms and practically carrying me toward the exit.
CHAPTER24
Diego
“Are you sure you’re okay?” I ask as we enter my condo.
I grab Monique from behind and spin her so that she’s facing me. I search her pretty face for any hint of dissatisfaction or injury.
If that shithead ex of hers laid one finger on her, I’ll track his ass down tonight. There won’t be anything left of him for his family to find.
The smile at her lips leads to her dimples exposing themselves. It’s like a balm to my soul. I run my hand down the left side of her face, palming it. She’s so damn beautiful that it steals my breath away.
“I want to beat my own ass,” I tell her just above a murmur.
Her forehead wrinkles in confusion. “Don’t worry about Lawrence. He’s nothing,” she says.
The words should calm the annoyance bubbling inside of me but they don’t. I shake my head.
“Not him.” I pause. “Well, yeah, fuck him. But I want to kick my ass for taking so goddamn long to make you mine.”
Her eyes widen in surprise. I lean in and capture her lips. Fire ignites inside of my veins from the contact. A small groan escapes her mouth as she wraps her arms around my neck.
Everything inside of me is urging me to pick her up, strap her to my bed, and make her scream my name for hours until she begs to let her up for air.
When I pull back, the pout on her lips is almost too much to bear.
“How are you feeling?” I ask instead of picking her up so I can bury my face between her legs the way I want to.
“Um.” She glances around as if uncertain.
I remove my cell from my pocket and pull up the app that has the readout of her blood glucose numbers. My frown is instant.
“You’re low.” I curse under my breath before taking her hand to lead her to the kitchen. “I have some orange juice in my fridge,” I tell her, knowing the drill.
She doesn’t bother trying to hide the sigh that falls from her lips.