Page 27 of The No Falling Rule
He takes my hand, and we hurry toward the resort’s main building. He nods at the manager as we pass reception, then slips out a key card and hits the penthouse button on the elevator.
“That’s where you’re staying?” I ask, nerves and hesitation bubbling up inside me.Is this where he brings all his lovers?I’m not naive enough to think I’m the only one who’s ever gotten the Diego Grosso VIP treatment.
“What?” he asks, dragging a hand through his hair, the lust fading from his deep blues. “Actually, this wassupposed to be your and Carly’s room, but after the incident we gave you the bungalow I usually stay in.”
My eyes widen in surprise.Why would he do that?
“Don’t look so shocked,” he says with a lopsided smile. “I felt like shit after what happened and wanted you to have the best experience possible. The hotel’s fully booked, so I thought giving up my place was the right thing to do.”
I close my eyes, letting his words sink in. How is he so dang thoughtful? Not falling for him gets harder with every single thing I learn.
“Mia, open your eyes,” he commands, his thumb grazing my lower lip.
My eyes flutter open, and his smile takes my breath away.
“You’re pretty amazing. You know that, right?” I say, letting the words hang between us. He smiles, a soft curve that makes my pulse trip. “You’re the amazing one here, but that’s a topic for another day.”
The elevator doors slide open, and we walk out, still hand in hand. The hallway is quiet, our footsteps echoing in sync. When we reach his door, Diego glances at me, key poised in hand.
I nod, but he doesn’t move.
“I need words, bonita. I want to hear you want me as much as I want you.”
“Yes, Diego, I want you too.”
He pecks my lips as he pushes the door open.
The room is dark, though the curtains are open. The moon hides behind the clouds, casting a faint silvery glow through the glass. Before he can reach for the switch, I wrap my arms around his shoulders.
He smiles as he leans in for a kiss. His hands slide to my waist, lifting me easily. My legs wrap around him, and he groans into my mouth.
“You’re perfect, Mia. So fucking perfect,” he murmurs, squeezing my ass.
My hips buckle, and a shiver rushes through me at the feel of his erection pressing against my core.
“You have too many clothes on,” I say, kissing down his neck.
Diego chuckles but keeps moving, carrying me toward the couch. He sets me down gently, then kneels in front of me. His hands trace slow paths from my thighs to my ankles—up and down, up and down—gaze never leaving mine.
He pulls off his sweater, tossing it aside. His gold chain catches the light now that the moon has brokenfree from the clouds. I drag my nails across his chest, and he hisses, biting his bottom lip.
“You drive me wild—feral almost.”
I lean down, letting my cleavage show a little more, emboldened by his words. “What are you going to do about it?” I tease.
I can see the moment he makes up his mind—his gaze darkens—and then he surprises me, lowering his head toward my chest instead of my lips.
I giggle as my back hits the couch, Diego following.
“Are you sure about not falling?” he asks, his eyes frantically searching mine like he’s trying to find the answer he wants. But whatisthat answer?
I want to screamno.Hell no. I’m done with that stupid rule. But that’s what we agreed on, and I’m too afraid to speak my truth and end up hurt. So instead, I whisper, “Yes. I’m sure.”
Diego moves so fast I can’t read his expression before I feel his tongue tracing from my collarbone to my neck. My legs part instinctively, and he chuckles against my skin.
“Don’t laugh. This is all your fault,” I say.
He leans back, curiosity evident in his eyes.
