A half growl, half laugh tumbled from his lips as he reclaimed hers, driving into her harder, greedier. Their teeth gnashed, tongues dancing to a frantic beat, and all thoughts fell away. Their bodies grew slick from their efforts, every pump of his hips taking her closer to the edge. She dug her fingernails into the backs of his arms, earning a low, sexy growl, which sped through her, sparking fires beneath her skin. They moved in perfect sync, creating their own symphony of moans and hungry sounds, their bodies sliding, damp skin smacking, and God, it was incredible. She never knew sex could be like this, all-consuming, like they were one person.

He tore his mouth away with a carnal look in his eyes, so potent, she was sure he could feel everything she felt as he slowed them down, intensifying the sensations with every thrust. She whimpered, gasping, clinging to him in desperation, hanging on to her sanity by a fast-fraying thread. And then all at once he lifted her bottom, driving his hips forward, and catapulted her into ecstasy. “Diesel” flew from her lungs as she soared through fireworks, hot, vibrant, and explosive. She could barely see, but oh, could she feel, as he abandoned all restraint, and surrendered to his own powerful release, gritting out her name, his body flexing and jerking.

When they finally came down from their high, she was floating, her head spinning. He grabbed her hands, pinning them to the mattress, and took her in a long, sensual kiss, sparking renewed flames.

His thick fingers laced with hers, and he brushed his lips over her cheek, whispering, “Smack my ass again, and you’ll face punishment.”

She laughed.

When he gazed down at her, he was smiling, and holy cow. Diesel was always handsome, but that smile lit her up from the inside out. Okay, maybe that was his cock, which was still twitching inside her, but Lordy, that smile was glorious.

And it disappeared as quickly as it had come.

His muscles tensed and he rose onto his forearms, studying her face. Tracey’s nerves caught fire as he climbed off the bed and headed to the bathroom without uttering a word. Was that his way of saying he was done? Should she get dressed? Leave? Her stomach knotted, and she pulled the sheet up to her chest. He stopped at the bathroom door, and she held her breath as he glanced over his shoulder.

“Don’t even think about leaving that bed, baby girl.” He winked and headed into the bathroom.

The air rushed from her lungs, an unstoppable smile stretching her lips. She put her hand over her racing heart, telling herself to get used to the epic highs and heart-stopping unsurety of the roller coaster that was Diesel Black. She had two clear choices: step away from all that he was, or throw her arms up and go along for the ride.