Come To Me (Dare With Me #3) - J.H. Croix Page 0,49

her breath catching in her throat was like a whip cracking through the air. Our lips molded together, and electricity sizzled through me in a fiery jolt.

Gemma sighed, her mouth opening the moment my tongue slid across the seam of her lips. Her tongue glided against mine in a silken tease. I dove into the warm sweetness of her mouth, savoring every little sound she made and letting out a rough growl.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Gemma

Kissing Diego was heaven. I forgot everything but the feel of his tongue twining with mine, and his lips commanding mine with little nips and kisses at the corners before he dove back in. I never knew kisses could be pure intoxication. It felt as if Diego himself were a drug, and I had a straight line to his very essence. Kisses with him weren’t a means to an end. I dwelled entirely in this moment, lost in the delicious seduction of his mouth.

I even forgot where we were. Until there was a loud knocking sound at the back of the truck. I didn’t even know whose truck we were in.

We broke apart, both of us gulping in deep lungfuls of air. “Break it up, you two,” a man’s voice called.

Diego chuckled, casting me a sheepish look. “Sounds like Grant needs this truck.”

“Is this his truck?” I asked, scrambling to gather my brain cells back into some sort of functioning mass.

“It’s a resort truck, but he drives it the most, and he’s definitely the one banging on the back.”

“Oh, my God,” I groaned, leaning my face forward into my hands.

“It’s just a kiss,” Diego said, and I felt his hand slide down my back in a comforting caress.

I lifted my head. “I don’t usually get so caught up in making out with someone that I forget where I am.”

“You and me both, sugar. It’s been long enough that we should be in the clear as far as the bear’s concerned, so why don’t I finish walking you to your car?”

I gathered my dignity and climbed out of the truck. Grant was, in fact, standing at the back of the truck. Along with Flynn, Daphne, Tucker, Nora, and even Harley. Great, just fucking great. Now Diego’s sister knew I was making out with him like a foolish girl.

Tonight?

That was Diego’s text. One word. Apparently, that was all it took to set my heart to fluttering in my belly and heat spinning through my veins and creating a fizz of excitement in my system.

There was absolutely no chance I was going to say no. Because I was a foolish girl when it came to Diego. This was a strange experience for me. Because of what happened in high school, I’d skipped over having youthful crushes and all that fun stuff. Maybe I was getting the chance now. Even though I didn’t know how this was going to play out, my expectations were so low that I was just going to grab onto this chance with Diego with both hands.

I tapped out my reply. Where and when?

Diego: The brewery? Say, 6?

Me: Sounds good.

My arms were wrapped around Diego’s waist, and cool ocean air tugged at the ends of my hair. He angled the motorcycle into a corner along the road that flanked a bluff, offering an absolutely spectacular view of Kachemak Bay. Nature outdid herself here in Alaska, being all showy almost everywhere you looked.

We were on the way home from that long promised second dinner date, and I was beyond pleased that Diego had picked me up on his motorcycle. It was a small thing, but it was a thrill for me. Diego was plenty sexy without the prop of a motorcycle. Yet, Diego with a black leather jacket over a black T-shirt with black jeans and battered boots to match had my girly parts going into overdrive like cheerleaders at a winning game.

My cheek was pressed against his back, and I savored the feel of the air ruffling the ends of my hair just below the edge of the helmet. We weren’t going that fast. There was really nowhere around Diamond Creek where someone could go fast on a motorcycle. Not anyone with sense. The roads were too narrow and winding. I loved the feeling of freedom on a motorcycle. The experience was very different, and yet it held similarities to riding a horse.

The local brewery restaurant had been delicious. I was discovering that, although Diamond Creek was a small town, the tourists that crowded the town in the