“It’s the same with Diablo,” I admitted. “He’s so good with Rev and Olivia, too, even with all their problems.”
She already knew of Olivia’s clumsiness and Rev’s nightmares. “Because he’s not just an outlaw. He’s a protector.”
“Exactly. That alone turns me on, but he’s also the sexiest man I’ve ever met.”
Sasha fanned her face with her hand. “Babe. You got to lay a claim on that biker. He’s not stopped staring at you for the last hour. The whole damn club knows how much he wants you.”
“They do?” That was news to me.
“Yeah. These men are more than members of a club who love motorcycles. They’re brothers. Family. That means they’ve been there for one another when shit happens.”
“You’re saying Diablo has a rough past, aren’t you?”
“Most of these bikers do, Gina.”
“It’s no different than me and you,” I pointed out.
“Nope,” she agreed.
“Then I guess it’s time I let him know I’m serious.”
“Go get your man, honey. Don’t let leave him hanging.”
“Oh, I won’t,” I assured her, smiling as I meant that in more ways than one.
“I’ve got the kids. Go on!”
“HEY, DIABLO.”
His gaze followed me from the second I stood up from the couch, watching as I headed in his direction. The pool stick in his hand clattered to the table, forgotten as I reached him, stopping only a foot away.
“Hey, darlin’.”
“I was just thinking about what I wanted for Christmas.”
“Oh?” He tilted his head to the side, studying me. “What’s on your wishlist?”
“You,” I declared boldly.
A slow wide smile stretched his sensual lips while his eyes darkened a shade. Sasha was right. Diablo liked being claimed.
“I already have what I want, Gina,” he whispered seductively, reaching out to tug my body closer. One hand cupped the back of my neck as his head lowered. The other gripped my ass. “You been a good girl this year?”
Heat spiked in my veins. Arousal sent flashes of desire throughout every inch of my skin. “Oh yes, but there’s something you should know.”
“What’s that, sweet mama?”
“I want to be naughty tonight. You think Santa can deliver?”
“Fuck yeah.”
Diablo’s lips slammed down, capturing my mouth in a hungry, possessive claiming I was more than ready to receive. Nothing about that kiss or the way he bit and licked at my lips was gentle. I surrendered to his touch, completely lost as he picked me up and my legs wrapped around his waist.
Anywhere else, and I might have been embarrassed but not at the Crossroads. Everyone here understood how powerful lust could become when two people denied their desires for so long.
“About damn time,” Grim shouted amid laughter.
A few whistles pierced the air, rising above the rock music playing in the background.