She swallowed hard at the thought of giving herself over so completely to any man, much less one as hard as Diesel. But no part of her wanted to walk away from what they’d finally found.

When he came out of the bathroom, those dark, predatory eyes locked on her as he strode toward the bed, his formidable cock swaying between his thick thighs. He tore the sheets back, and her heart nearly stopped as his eyes moved slowly, lasciviously, down the length of her, leaving flames in their wake.

“Mm-mm.” He crawled over her, his shaft hardening against her belly. “You’re finally mine.”

“You don’t own me.”

His jaw tightened. “The minute you walked your fine little ass into this clubhouse lookin’ to claim me and I brought you into my bed, you became my girl. I don’t own you, but I sure as fuck am not going to share you.”

She’d been wrong about having only two options. There was a third one. A better one. This was their roller coaster ride, and her voice needed to carry just as much weight as his if they were going to stay on track through the highs and lows. “That goes both ways, growly one.”

“You got that right.”

She wound her arms around his neck, happiness bubbling up inside her. As his lips came hungrily down over hers, he made one of those growling noises, and she realized where that noise came from—that big heart he protected with everything he had.

Don’t worry, my growly guy, I’ll protect it, too.

Chapter Nine

DIESEL AWOKE TO the feel of Tracey’s naked body nestled in his arms, her hair tickling his chin, and her breath warming his chest. Her hand rested on his stomach, delicate and pale against his olive skin. He’d known sex with Tracey would be hot, but he’d never imagined anything as powerful as the emotions that had consumed him when their bodies had come together. For the first time since he’d left the notion of home behind, he’d been swamped by feelings of being exactly where he was always meant to be. Those feelings had stuck with him through the night, swelling and intensifying with every kiss, every touch, and now waking up with her in his arms felt so fucking right, he never wanted to move. The nomad in him fought back, wanting to climb onto his bike and drive as fast and far as he could. But he shut that asshole down, holding her tighter.

She stirred in his arms, evoking the warmer, softer feelings he’d had, and he pressed a kiss to her head. She tilted her face up, her beautiful eyes hitting him like a heat wave.

“Hi,” she said softly, pulling the sheet over her bare ass.