Page 10 of Tracking Luxe

“No, we are not!”

“----and tomorrow we’re going to take a little road trip, just you and me, dirty rotten thief, maybe your nana will cook something nice for me while I keep her company and you retrieve my item…”

The way he said it, in that dark silken tone had her shackles high around her shoulder blades. Luxe exploded. Kidnap her? Fine. Shove her into the back of a car? Fine. Tie her to a bed for hours on end? Fine. Interrogate her? Fine. But make veiled threats against herabuelain that smug self-satisfied voice?

“I will kill you if you dare threaten her again!” She launched at him, fists flying against his chest, maybe she stunned him because she got in a few good licks before he reared back, bracing on his large feet and captured both of her wrists. Her insults were in full flow, she called him every cuss word under the sun she could think of, some she invented on the spot because she was so damn furious.

“Calm down.” He commanded toneless.

She didn’t calm fucking down. What woman was ever calm because a man told her to?Idiota. She hissed and kicked until he pressed her down onto the bed, pinning her legs with his much bigger body, only then she bucked and tried to use her forehead to hurt him in any way she could. Her abuela was her world and no one, absolutely no one would hurt her, or throw out indirect intimidations to keep Luxe in line. Fuck you, andfuck you.

“Luxe, you’re going to hurt yourself, stop it now,” his voice never rose, that’s what was surprising, he spoke low against the shell of her ear, keeping her contained within her own fury, both wrists held easily in one of his hands he cupped the side of her head, bringing her face around to look at him. “Stop it now.” He brought his forehead to rest against hers, immobilizing her fully beneath the man who smelled so good. “I’m already facing jail time, I don’t want to add assault if you’re covered in bruises, baby, stop struggling, you’re hurting yourself.” Every word was comforting, as if trying to gentle a wild animal.

“Get off me, you’re crushing me.”

“I’m not.” She felt the distinct thickness of him between her legs, followed by a masculine moan when she tried to buck him free, she tried in vain to close her legs and after a minute she sagged, glared into his very close face, eyes so gray they looked painted. “Okay, get off me.”

He sighed like the wind was in his lungs. “Jesus. I really want to fucking kiss you again.” He issued in a rough voice, their lips inches apart, she felt the warmth of his breath brush over every nerve ending she had.

A crazy whimper broke free of her throat before she could catch it.

The matter of abduction aside, she always knew he’d break her if she gave him what he wanted. They’d been in each other’s company all of a few hours a year ago and she’d known it instantly. The cock of his lips when he’d teased her for the drinks she preferred and the way he’d gripped her leg possessively under the table like he had the right to touch her whenever he wanted.

Luxe had known and that’s why she’d left him unfulfilled and angry.

“Luxe.” Persuasive fingers moved from the side of her face into her soot black hair, tilting her head back, rendering her dumb to the outside environment, it all narrowed down to the man moving his hips into hers.

Ay Dios mio.

For a crazy second, she wanted to beg. She looked at his mouth and she wanted to mutterpor favorover and over, to feel the weight of his lips, just once more, she’d open for him, to taste and be taken.

“Say you want me to kiss you.”

“You’ve kidnapped me!”

“I know. Say it anyway. I want to taste you. Fuck, Ineedto taste you, it’s gnawing at my gut. I want your mouth open and sucking on my tongue, Luxe.”

Figuring he wasn’t listening to her refusal, she inhaled and held it, his expressive eyes on her mouth as if he could already taste them, trace them, feeling them moving under his.

It was madness, Mimi would insist the devil was in that man’s eyes tempting her in this kind of situation, who went around kissing their handsome kidnapper anyway?

This is not really a kidnapping… not exactly. Yet it was. She was fooling herself if she thought she still held an iota of control here. It was all in Grinder’s hands.

So, what if she’d stolen from him? It wasn’t as though she took money … or his dignity. She’d pretty much shown him how much she’d wanted him eons ago, so this little twenty-four hours and ongoing show was extreme. Who took a woman hostage because she stole from him? Any normal person would have called the cops.

But bikers were no normal men, she knew first hand they handled their business themselves.

Could she seriously be interested?

“Oh, god.” She muttered for her own sanity to return and felt him groan, his head canting down another inch putting their mouths almost within touching distance, all she’d need to do was lift a smidge to taste him.

If she’d had any foresight to this prisoner game she could have prepared a tactical war, Luxe was no pushover, being an unlawful thief meant she came into contact with a lot of unsavory characters who broke every rule in the book, she’d barroom brawled more than a woman ever should.

Listen to common sense. She could almost hear Mimi.If it feels like danger, Cielito Lindo, it is.He was unbalancing her and that was just a little bit maddening.

“Luxe…say it, give me permission to take that sweet mouth of yours.” His order rumbled through her chest, pooling lower, she could easily reach up and take it from him, make it her own decision.

Instead, some resolve she didn’t think she possessed took hold, forcing her spine to tighten, her fingers clench inside his big hand. “No, you’re fucking crazy, keep dreaming. If you kiss me again I’ll never forgive you.” Their breathing synced, in… out… chests pushing together, his eyes penetrating almost as if he knew she was a big fat liar.

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