Page 101 of Tracking Luxe

He’d probably slept with more people than she’d kissed.

He rolled his eyes. “Fucks sake and I’m going to let you, aren’t I? You like lighting me up this way, Luxe, huh? Knowing how easy you can,” up on his feet, he grasped her hand, holding it gently in his much larger palm. “Come on. I hope you’re fine leaving your car, I want you on my bike with me.”

“Look, we don’t have to, no need to get pissy about it.” She frowned, stopped him dragging her through the bar with a tug of her hand. He spun to tower over her, that powerful feeling of a strong man who could easily snap her like a twig but she knew instinctively he wouldn’t lay a hurtful finger on her, was a heady combination twining around her horny body.

“Pissy? That’s charming. You wanna come into town, give me lip for a bitch being friendly with me when I’m a single man and free to talk andfuckwho I want.” Even hearing it curdled bile in his lower stomach. “Then climb all over my cock and disappear as quick as you came and came andcame. Though, this is my own goddamn fault, isn’t it, baby? I asked for this, for you to use me and my dick as your own fuck toy. So, you’re gonna come home with me and you can get what you came looking for by fucking the shit out of me.”

Her heart seized, both bad and good at war inside her. She relented and offered him a hesitant smile, in hopes of smoothing out the dark scowl on his forehead.

His thumb did that nice stroke thing on her hand.

“Wait. Nathan, hold on, wait will you!” toe-to-toe she saw something in his gaze that frankly scared the tan off her body, she went cold. He truly had feelings for her and she was … hurting him? With cautious fingers, she reached up to cup his cheek, his beard tickling her palm, silently grateful he didn’t pull away, his head came down a fraction further. “Nathan, I came right to you the moment I got here,” she was reminding him of what he’d insisted the last time. “I came directly to find you first because----because I wanted to see you.”because I missed you more than I’ve missed anyone before and I couldn’t stand it any longer that you haven’t called me.

His tongue came out and he licked his lips. God, killing her with desire. His eyes were searching her face.

He nodded finally, accepting her explanation, his frown disappeared. “You don’t deny wanting my cock or telling me you need it…”

She chuffed and told him the truth. “Does that turn you off, being open about it?”

“Not one fucking thing about you, Luxe, turns me off. You came to me first.”

“Sí.”

“You came to me first.” Giving her the full force of his gaze, thickness drawling through his vocal cords, it was a pleasant sound and she initiated a touch by leaning her shoulder into his chest. It was a strange, wonderful thing to hear the excitement in his voice from an otherwise controlled man.

He kissed her with the same amount of force he had shuddering under her fingers, pushing her lips open he stroked inside and gave her a deep, deep sucking kiss. The most intoxicating kiss making her toes curl in her converse. He used his hands and lips and tongue to deliver assault after assault on her senses. Until she was Nathan-drunk. The sizzle he left behind was damn sweet. He emitted a pleasured sound against her tongue right before he pulled away leaving her slightly swaying, pressing her belly into the rigid stiffness inside his jeans.

He was a rare breed of rough, possessive, manly-man and she was so attracted to him it shot fireworks under her skin, made her hot and wet and needy all at the same time.

God, take me home already.

And he was the only thing that made her giddy in a long while.

Another raucous cheer went up and this time it was for the show they were putting on.

“Come on, let’s get out of here.” Taking her hand again, leading them through a lot of people. His hold was firm yet gentle, like she knew he would knock a whole baying crowd back and protect her if it was needed.

Over by the bar his friend was still sitting with his wife, watching them both, his face straight but a brow arched with silent question in Nathan’s direction. The pair clapped hands. “Catch ya later, buddy.”

Luxe wrapped her arms around his waist from the position on the back of his bike, he reached back and pulled her hand to his thigh where it sat for the entire journey back to his condo.

Her plan hadn’t exactly been for this, she’d wanted some quiet time away from the bar with him, only now he seemed to be under the impression all she came for was to get in his pants. Remaining silent as he flipped on lights, he settled his keys and wallet on the hallway table. She dropped her backpack on the floor by the door. “Look, this isn’t the only reason I----”

He rounded on her, using his hips to guide her back until her spine met the wall. Steam in his eyes. Sex grated through his voice.Oh, what a voice.

“Tell me you ache for me to bend you over the couch, to feel me drip sweat down your back while I work you into a frenzy like an over starved animal. Tell me you want me to give it hard and nasty, make you pop, because you’ve fucking missed me, Luxe, even if it’s just this neat little body that’s missed having me inside it.” This man was filthy to the core. And she … shit… she liked it. No, she loved it.

Luxe dropped down to her knees, catching the wide-eyed reaction as she fumbled to open his belt, the leather and steel clanging together.

Sandpaper tone. “Luxe.”

“I missed this.” Her cheek nuzzled his crotch, before reaching into his jeans and underwear, grasped the cock that only weeks ago had shocked her for its size and perfect girth.

“Luxe,” his hands came to the back of her head when she leaned forward and licked his cock on that sensitive part. “Luxe. Fuck. This isn’t right, you should never be on your knees.” Corrosion stained his already strained voice, she could hear his agony as she pumped him from tip to base.

Beneath his protest lay something primitive, carnal, she saw clearly looking up and found his eyes trained on her.

“That’s ayouproblem not ameproblem.” She liked this new angle for blowing him, being on her knees in front of him was erotic, and it appealed on so many fucking levels she was hot underneath her clothes, letting him control how deep her sucks were. Showing him, it wasn’t all about using his incredible body for her own greed. This was for them both.

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