DAISY POV
I kept my eyes shut tight, but it didn’t help. The image of Diesel was burned behind my eyelids. I could still feel the way the air in the room shifted when he looked at me earlier — heavy, electric, dangerous. It wasn’t just that he was big and muscled. It was the way he carried himself, like he owned every shadow in this room, every breath I took.
When he told me to get in bed, my heart slammed against my ribs. I knew he meant sleep. But my traitor mind had gone straight to the way his jeans had strained against his thick thighs, the obvious bulge I tried so hard not to stare at.
I reached down and touched my chest. My n*****s were already hard, poking against the thin fabric of his shirt like they were begging for attention. Just the thought of his heavy weight pressing me
