Page 16 of Tracking Luxe

“Fine.” A few Spanish curses regarding his lack of virility left her tongue, understandably confused she was even contemplating this blackmail.You want to kiss him.She switched back to English unsure if he even spoke the language, she was so used to using Spanish withabuelaher mind automatically translated depending on how mad she was at the time, he hadn’t indicated he’d understood anything she’d spat at him the last two days. “Take the kiss, so I can get the hell out of here and forget you exist.”

A deep frown creased his features before it smoothed out, not giving her a second to brace for it, Grinder slid a hand around the back of her neck, the grip gentle yet firm, pulling her forward, with no choice but to go with the momentum Luxe lifted onto her toes to compensate their height difference, the same time Grinder lowered his head.

A long charged electric quiver lingered deep within.

It would have been better, justifiable, if he’d crushed their lips hard, to take a forced kiss, then she could have said it was against her will, she was doing what she had to do.

But he didn’t, that bastard. His lips, when they touched hers, were the softest caress she’d ever had before. He neither bit or licked, or even opened his mouth, just pressed theirs together. Warm against warm.

He didn’t crush and take.

He wasn’t plundering as she expected. He was …. memorizing her lips with his. Soft, gentle and whisper perfect.

God help her, Grinder tempted and cajoled her and …god… it was her lips that opened first.

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The second his lips touched hers all hell broke loose. She was a firecracker he never expected. Groaning low in his throat, her taste ignited his own hunger, curling a fist in his gut, he couldn’t think past her little tongue flicking around his.

As serious as the grim reaper he wore on his back, Grinder had never wanted anything more than he did their kiss in that moment time froze, he felt her little pink tongue sneak past his lips and touch his.

It was embarrassing how hard he got real fast.

“Fuck. Any other time you’d make me work for it, wouldn’t you, baby?” Nip. Nip. Lick.

He cradled her face, moving her this way and that, he couldn’t get into her deeper enough to satisfy the gnaw of hunger he had going on in his lower half of his body.

Flies were buzzing in his brain. “You’d make me work for every damn thing and I’d love it.” His heart was slamming into his ribs, there was no more room in his chest, the organ expanded making it hard to breathe but there was no way he was leaving her lips, not until he was satisfied. Would her taste just like this ever be enough?No.He wanted more.

Bringing her fully into his body, one hand on the soft part of her spine, feeling how it curved to his touch, he fisted the other hand in the back of her hair, aggression in his growl, he just wanted to kiss and kiss and kiss.

Had he ever been this needy until a coiled snake slithered through his gut, hot and fucking demanding? Fucking countless and remembering hardly any wasn’t a basis, but he didn’t think a single kiss had gone right to his dick before, not in this fast way.

And he was not able to do anything about it. He’d demanded a kiss to prove she’d wanted him back, even when she hadn’t responded earlier, he’d known. For his own damn ego, he’d needed this.

Christ, she was magnificent.

He hadn’t been prepared. He’d known having had her mouth before, but fuck… not prepared for this.

He sipped at her fuller lower lip, testing it out, tugging it with his mouth, it was only when her taste registered that it short circuited his brain, tiny fucking flickers of electricity making him take the kiss deeper, to pry her lips open even deeper so he could get to the sweet. He had no choice, the need boiled around his torso. Hands shot to her head, holding her steady, threading deeper through her ink colored hair. She was as exactly as he remembered the dirty rotten thief had tasted a year ago; about the best damn flavor he’d ever had on his tongue and he wanted more. He wanted fucking more. “Open for me, Luxe.”

She moaned and nuzzled him. “Fuckingopen,” he issued nipping her lip. The scent of ripe strawberries assaulted his nose. Her head fell back allowing the deeper access, Grinder’s chest inflated feeling like he’d won something big with her concession and when her tongue joined his again … damn … there was a steel bat in his jeans cutting off blood supply to the rest of his body.

The kiss had been a test of sorts, a punishment for making him think of her constantly, for wanting her even when he didn’t want her, but then somewhere between one lick and another, he got lost in her mouth and he didn’t want to be found.

She moaned, lifting her little body up into him, clinging to his shirt, her hands going up into his hair, dragging a little to make him grunt for more. The kiss became frantic, messy, the best damn kiss he’d ever experienced. His cock pulsing, he had to stop before he took her to the floor and did her nastily.

Her flavor flooded his mouth. He was sostarvedhe could have gone at her like a ten course BBQ banquet, he’d rip the meat clean from the bones and lick her dry. It went against everything about his personality to get involved as deeply as the urge was pressing him for.

He got laid when he fancied a bit, he’d been in relationships, none of it had felt this deep, this fucking raging in his gut and all from a single kiss.

When he moaned around her tongue he knew it was time to bring it to an end, to keep to his word, or he’d tackle her down onto the bed and do some very not nice things to make her cry out and beg.

This time, he wouldn’t forget a solitary detail of the shape and softness of her lips or the way she puffed a tiny bit of air when he nipped the fuller top lip or the way he knew her nails would leave indentations in his shoulder.

Grinder would swear on a stack of bibles he’d died and gone to fucking heaven.

Breaking their lips was the single hardest thing he’d ever done.

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