She pressed a kiss to his warm chest, trailing her fingers down his stomach. Dirty thoughts danced in her mind. Would she ever stop wanting him so much? She sure hoped not. She’d started taking birth control, and while sex with Diesel was always incredible, making love without anything between them brought it to a whole new level.

“Don’t stop there,” he said huskily.

She lifted her face so she could see him. He always looked rested and relaxed in the mornings, before his body had a chance to remember it was another new day and he needed to be on guard. “I thought you were sleeping.”

“You think I can sleep with your mouth on me?” He squeezed her butt.

Oh, how she loved the things he said and did! She slicked her tongue over his nipple, earning a hungry growl that ignited her from head to toe. He swept her beneath him, his dark eyes and big body pinning her to the mattress. He had that move down to a science, and she went willingly, eagerly, every single time.

“You woke me up, baby girl.”

“If this is the punishment, I’m going to do it a lot more often.”

A slow grin eased across his handsome face, but it was the knitting of his brows and intensity of his stare that had her holding her breath. “I mean it, Trace. I was blowing through life with blinders on, never slowing down to enjoy any of it. You took those blinders off and slowed me down. You make me want things I never imagined wanting and see things from a whole different perspective. You changed my world, baby, and one day I’m going to change yours.”

She gazed up at him, her heart so full she could barely contain it. “Don’t you know you already have?”

As he lowered his lips toward hers, he said, “How’d I get so lucky that you’re mine?”

He didn’t give her a chance to answer, taking her in a merciless kiss that went on and on, her desires twining together with the words he’d said, sweeping her into a frenzy of want and need. His erection pressed against her center, and she lifted her hips as he entered her.

Lord have mercy.

He deepened the kiss as they found their rhythm, his every thrust stroking the secret spot that made her toes curl under and beats of ecstasy pulse through her. She pushed her hands down his body, grabbing his ass, earning another potently male sound. His hips pistoned harder, faster, taking her impossibly deeper. He fisted his hands in her hair, ravaging her mouth, messy and demanding, possessing all of her. They were on fire, and she chased those flames with everything she had, groping, clawing, biting his shoulder, his neck, anywhere she could take purchase.

Her name fell roughly from his lips, drenched in lust. “Trace.”