Free One of the Guys by Delaney Diamond Page A

his tongue and worked the nipple. Her head fell back to the wall, eyes closed as gave herself over to his relentless oral assault.
    His hands traced the curve of her spine, and her toes curled. Her dreams didn’t nearly compare to this immeasurable pleasure. She never wanted him to stop touching her.
    “Should I make you come on your back or on your stomach?” he asked.
    Oh my goodness.
    “Whatever you want.” The words trembled on the way out.
    A husky, masculine laugh followed, and Diego took his time kissing his way between her breasts and over the flat plane of her stomach.
    Crouched before her, he dragged the yellow cotton panties down her legs, and for a split second Ronnie regretted not wearing matching underwear—or something lacy. When she dressed for work, she only thought about comfort and practicality. But Diego didn’t seem to mind.
    “ Hermosa . I knew you’d have beautiful legs,” he said, smoothing his hands up and down her thighs. He nipped at her skin and licked the crease of her hip. He slid his hands down her legs, along the back of her knees, and down to her calves. Tiny tremors rippled over her skin wherever he touched.
    Ronnie looked down at the top of his dark head and filled her fists with his hair, purring encouragingly as he continued to caress and mold her slender curves. When he flicked a thumb over her sensitized clit and kissed her wet mound, her knees buckled, almost giving way.
    He removed her shoes and divested her of all clothes. Then he came to his feet and stood back to take a good look.
    Diego’s eyes smoldered with green fire. As if he wanted to devour her. And instead of being self-conscious, she felt empowered and sexy. Standing boldly, head held high, she put on a teasing show for him by squeezing her breasts together.
    He growled low in his throat, lifted her off the ground in one swift movement, and dropped her atop the hood. Hastily, he removed off his shirt, not bothering with the buttons—simply tugged it over his head and tossed it to the cement floor.
    Her gaze sifted in amazement over his incredible body, riveted by the defined muscle, the dusting of dark hair over his golden skin. She splayed her fingers over the hard pecs and abs, and watched in fascination as his skin twitched under her touch.
    She made a needy sound of longing and pulled Diego on top of her. His heavy body stretched over hers, pressing her into the cool surface of the car. She cooed as he explored her with his hands and mouth. Twisting beneath him, she dragged her toes up and down the soft hair on his calf.
    He whispered to her in Spanish, breathing softly onto her skin. And his tongue…oh his tongue did such delicious things. She twisted her head from left to right, moaning and gasping at the slow circle he made around her navel. When he traced moist, deliberate lines over and around her breasts, all she could do was helplessly strain closer.
    “Please,” she whimpered, unable to wait any longer. A year. A whole year she lusted after this man and denied her attraction for him. She could no longer deny. She could no longer run from the truth.
    He heard her pleas and wasted no time shoving down his jeans and boxer briefs, which exposed his rigid erection to her greedy eyes. As he sheathed himself in a condom, Ronnie spread her legs. Exposing her body in a raw, unfiltered way. Offering him everything. All of herself.
    His eyes became riveted to the moist cleft she laid open to him. His pupils dilated. His jaw tightened. And a growl rumbled in his chest.
    They locked eyes before he fell between her thighs, coming down on her like a man possessed. He captured her hoarse cry in his mouth, and then pinning her arms to the cold metal, surged into her. There was no room for niceties. The drive of his body was hard and rough. Now that they were one, the pounding was mad, almost merciless in its intensity.
    Her inner muscles loosened to allow him in further. It was barely enough. In a relentless