Chapter Twenty-Four
Gemma
Kissing Diego was heaven. I forgot everything but the feel of his tongue twining with mine, and his lips commanding mine with little nips and kisses at the corners before he dove back in. I never knew kisses could be pure intoxication. It felt as if Diego himself were a d**g, and I had a straight line to his very essence. Kisses with him weren’t a means to an end. I dwelled entirely in this moment, lost in the delicious seduction of his mouth.
I even forgot where we were. Until there was a loud knocking sound at the back of the truck. I didn’t even know whose truck we were in.
We broke apart, both of us gulping in deep lungfuls of air. “Break it up, you two,” a man’s voice called.
Diego chuckled, casting me a sheepish look. “Sounds like Grant needs this truck
