Chapter Six
Diego
Gemma stared up at me, her eyes glazed, her cheeks pink, and her lips kiss-swollen. Meanwhile, every beat of my heart was like flint against stone and sent sparks flying through me.
I was almost shaken. I had control, but just barely. It had been over five years since any girl got to me like this. I thought it wasn’t even possible anymore. That I’d been burned enough that it left skid marks on my heart as a reminder of what not to do.
I knew I wanted Gemma, but with desire there was never a guarantee emotion would tangle inside of it. With her, a rush of emotion and a sense of protectiveness twined like vines within my need for her.
I managed to breathe, and another car door slammed nearby. It took all the discipline I had to ease my hold on Gemma’s sweet curves and
