Free One of the Guys by Delaney Diamond

back, she allowed him to deepen the kiss by sinking his tongue into her mouth. There was a second explosion of sensation when he cupped her small bottom in his big hands, squeezing her butt cheeks and hauling her tight against his hard thighs. His gripping fingers dragged her onto the tips of her shoes.
    Her back met the wall, and soon a muscular thigh was sandwiched between her legs. The swell of something big and unyielding nudged her stomach, and she gasped. Nipples tightening. Head spinning.
    Ronnie’s eyes flew open at the shock of how quickly the kiss soared out of control, lasting way too long. That wasn’t part of the plan. She’d expected something fast and quick.
    He was still deeply engrossed in the intimate act, eyes closed. But panic filled her, and she pushed hard and shoved him away.
    In the aftermath they stood a few feet apart, panting. Lungs grasping for air, chests heaving up and down. He appeared just as startled as she, a heaviness in his eyes that indicated lust. Longing.
    She couldn’t ever remember being kissed like that before. Sure, she’d felt desire, experienced passion. But this…this kiss possessed an all-consuming heat. Hot and intense. Not lukewarm. Not mediocre. It blew her mind.
    “What was that?” Ronnie asked. The voice that came from her throbbing mouth startled her in its raspiness. She cleared her throat and stared at him, touching her neck where his fingers had caressed her skin. Her chest, back, and ass tingled though he never touched bare flesh, the phantom sensation of his caresses rippling up and down her spine. “You. Me. No way can that happen,” she said.
    “It just did.” His own voice sounded raw and husky.
    “You drive me nuts.”
    “Apparently, I turn you on, too.” His gaze dragged down her body and he bit his bottom lip, as if he wanted to take a bite out of her, too.
    “But we get on each other’s nerves.”
    “Our mouths don’t.”
    Ronnie inhaled deeply and lifted her hands. “Okay, I paid my debt. So…we’re done.”
    “You taste even better than I imagined. No way we’re done, mami .”
    His tongue dragged along the outside of his lower lip, as if he were reliving the flavor of her mouth. The spot at the apex of her thighs quivered with longing.
    “After that kiss, I won’t be satisfied until I have all of you.” He came at her again, and his mouth landed across hers, searing their lips together and making her knees as weak and wobbly as a newborn foal’s.
    She crooned with pleasure, clinging to him, kissing him with unrestrained desire. Throughout it all, one word shone like a lamp in the muddled darkness of her brain.
    Finally .

Chapter 11
    R onnie rubbed her aching breasts against his chest, wishing her nipples were free and bare to experience full contact. Her entire being felt achy and inflamed, as if someone had set a match to gasoline and poured it into her veins.
    Diego unzipped the jumpsuit and muttered something in Spanish when her half-naked body was revealed. She didn’t know what he said and really didn’t care. She only cared about the way his hands felt on her skin when he peeled the fabric past her shoulders and let it collapse into a puddle around her ankles.
    He kissed her neck, his mouth providing a moist suction that wreaked havoc on the sensitive skin. She leaned into his lips and slid a hand between them. Cupping the hard steel between his legs, she shivered at the power and strength he exuded.
    She wanted this. Longed for it. Had dreamed about it.
    “Veronica.” He groaned her name, with such ingrained agony that the sound elicited an answering moan from her.
    Her fingers continued to caress him through the jeans as he unhooked her blue cotton bra at the back. The material fell away and bared her breasts. They were small, but more than enough to satisfy mouth, as he dipped his head and plucked a pouty black nipple into his lips, sucking until she let out a pleading gasp. Hands on her waist, he circled the tip with