“Because you make me weak, woman,” he growled while one arm snaked around my back.
With a sudden tug, I bumped into his chest. My hands gripped the belt around his waist, holding the rough, worn leather like an anchor that could halt the rapid spinning of my world on its axis. “You make me feel everything, Diablo.”
His dark brows lifted in surprise. “When I’m around you, I don’t stop feelin’ everything too.”
His mouth swooped down, closing over mine as he deepened the kiss, moving his lips against mine, merging desires and awakening a fire that burned deep within, until he lifted his head, both of us panting.
A flash of silver rippled across the dark depths of his eyes.
“There’s a darkness in you,” I whispered, noticing the odd sheen that lingered. “I can sense it, but it doesn’t scare me.”
Diablo didn’t answer, letting me draw my own conclusions.
As a member of the RBMC, there were things he couldn’t say or reveal. I knew this and accepted it. After all, I had my secrets too.
“I also see how genuine you are and how you take the time to care about others, not just your brothers.”
“I care about you and Rev and Olivia too.”
“I know.” To think any man could love us after Jack’s abuse sent hope fluttering in my heart. “I think it’s the reason I feel I can trust you. That you won’t hurt or betray us.”
“Never,” he agreed vehemently.
“We’ve known each other for over a year now,” I continued, “Closer to two years, if I’m being precise.”
“We have, babe.”
“The timing always felt off until now, didn’t it?”
“I didn’t want to move too fast,” he admitted. “The kids needed to feel comfortable around me, the rest of the club as well.”
“True,” I conceded. “I don’t know that I’m ready now, Diablo.”
“We take one day at a time. That’s it, sweet mama. No pressure. Okay?”
“Okay.”