DAISY POV
“I can help with that,” I said softly.
Diesel’s hand stilled. His chest rose and fell faster. For a second he looked like he was fighting with himself.
“Daisy…” His voice was low and rough, almost a warning.
I stepped inside anyway. The cool tile felt strange under my bare feet. I walked closer until I was right in front of him. My eyes kept dropping to his c**k. It was heavy, veined, and pointing straight at me.
I reached out slowly and wrapped my fingers around him, replacing his hand with mine.
He was burning hot. So thick I could barely close my grip.
Diesel groaned deep in his throat, his head falling back for a moment. His good hand came up to rest on the back of my neck, not pushing, just holding.
I stroked him slowly at first, learning every inch — the silky skin,
