Was there a sweeter sound than hearing his name on her lips, knowing that he’d satisfied her?

No.

He buried his face in the curve of her neck as he came, biting his lip to keep from telling her what he wanted so badly to say.

I love you…still, again…always.

* * * *

He had no idea how much later it was when he came awake, violently aroused. The reason for that was slowly lowering herself onto his body. The moan that escaped his lips tugged a whimper from hers. Going from dead-asleep to wide-awake in a single blink, he rolled, tucking Daisy beneath him, his hands tangling with hers, raising them above her head as he filled her inch by delicious inch until it felt like they were one.

Looking into his eyes, she rocked her hips for more. “Hey,” she whispered playfully.

With one hard thrust, he proved that he wasn’t feeling playful. But he was most definitely feeling something because he held her to him and growled out, “Hey yourself,” before letting her take him places he’d never been with anyone but her.

They fell asleep again, entangled, hearts thumping against each other’s chests. The next time Diego woke was different than the time before. Very different.

Because he was alone.

He stared up at the ceiling, replaying the night before in his head. On repeat. He had no idea what any of it meant, except that if he was being honest with himself, nothing had felt so right as being wrapped up in Daisy’s arms again. It was if he belonged there.

His cell vibrated across his nightstand, and he glanced over at it.

Rocco.

With a deep breath, he answered. “Hey.”

“It’s Tyler. I’m sorry, I didn’t have your number so I borrowed Rocco’s phone.”

What Diego knew about Tyler had come mostly from Instagram. The guy was an interior decorator, loved cats and traveling and…Rocco. Which, no matter how complicated Diego’s feelings for Daisy were, what he’d seen of Tyler was enough for Diego to like him.

“I know this is probably odd for you,” Tyler said into the silence.

“Getting a phone call?”

“Talking to the man who’s going to marry your brother.”

Diego let out a low laugh and scrubbed a hand down his face. “One of the few things that isn’t odd at all, actually. What’s up?”

“I’m hoping to talk you into forgiving Rocco. He’s been anxious about this, about seeing you again, and I’d like to see him be able to enjoy this week for what it is. His wedding. His only wedding.”

Tyler’s tone was light, easy. Casual. But there was an undertone of protection. For Rocco.

And that, more than anything else, reached Diego. “I can appreciate that. But this thing between Rocco and I…it goes back a whole hell of a long time. You know that.”

“I do know that,” Tyler said. “I lost my own brother last year.”

That single sentence, uttered so quietly, was like a punch to the throat. Diego sat up in bed. “I’m…Christ. Sorry doesn’t cover it.”