“Yes.” Tracey sighed and stood to look out the window again. Diesel was leaning against his truck, arms crossed, eagle eyes trained on her, like he sensed her every move. Her pulse quickened. She could stare at him all day long trying to figure him out if not for the desires making her body hot. She sat beside Izzy again. “Of all the guys in the world, why is he the only match that lights my fire? Why can’t I turn off my feelings for him?”

“I keep asking myself the same thing about Jared.”

“What’s wrong with us?”

“Nothing. You’re into a big, off-limits, growly guy, and I’m addicted to sex with Jared.” Izzy grinned. “Nobody fucks like Jared Stone. The man is legendary. I think he has a magic dick.”

Tracey rolled her eyes.

“I’m serious. That sucker comes near me, and I get all twitchy and excited. I’m going to start calling him my personal orgasmatron.”

“You should put that on a T-shirt for him,” Tracey said through her laughter.

“I just might do that. But seriously, we need to find you a nice guy with a magic dick. Was Dennis good in bed?”

“How would I know? I have nothing to compare him to. But I don’t remember it being magical.”

“He’s the only guy you’ve ever been with? How did I not know this about you?”

“Because it’s not something I go around telling people.” She lowered her voice. “Want to know another secret?”

“If it’s juicy.”

Tracey nudged her. “Hey, you don’t want to hear my sappy secrets?”

“Save those for Josie. She’s all about that flowery jazz.”

“She is. I love that about her. She’s so in love with Jed, it practically oozes off her.”

“Right? So give me the juice, baby.”

Tracey couldn’t believe what she was about to admit, but the dreams she’d had about Diesel brought it all to the forefront. “I’ve never had the big O with a guy.”

“What?” Izzy sat up. “Are you kidding? That asshole hurt you and didn’t even have the goods to satisfy you? That’s it. I’m going to find you a great guy who will treat you like gold and pleasure you with his magic dick.”

How about a growly guy with a magic tongue that likes to lap up honey? Tracey clamped her mouth shut to keep the thought from flying out. She needed to stop this craziness before she ended up bent over a pool table.

A thrill darted through her.

She tried to ignore the sizzle and burn of desire, but it was like trying to stop a raging bull.