Page 28 of Tracking Luxe

A few minutes later there she was framed in the door, anxiously glaring at him. “Good morning.”

Her drowsy lilt made him think of sheets messed up from vigorous fucking, her legs dangling over the end of his bed while stopped her talking by giving it to her so good she forgot to breathe from the power of his thrusts deep inside her that took him right to the very back of what he knew would be the best damn pussy to ever clasp around him.

Fuck. Drink your coffee, dickhead,stop thinking of her pussyand how he wanted to destroy it.

He couldn’t.

He wanted it. It wasn’t convenient to be thinking it right then while she hovered in his doorway looking better than most chicks did when they had been primping for six days. He didn’t expect her to look so beautiful his belly muscles hurt.

Drinking his coffee to keep his trap shut, it burned down his throat and didn’t he just deserve the pain. Perving fucker.

Wincing, he was up off the bar stool to pour her one, offering it silently as she blinked confused.

“Looks like you could do with this. I made it strong.”

“Sí. Por favor.Gracias.”She sipped long. Turned chocolate eyes on him. “I stayed here last night?”

“Yeah. Didn’t know where you were staying.” Lie. He just had no fucking intention of taking her to Steele. “Do you want to grab a seat? I have eggs and toast on the go.”

Fuck him. The irony was strong.

It wasn’t that long ago he took the piss out of Preacher for romancing his old lady with the promise of eggs and here he was whisking those puppies like he was Martha fucking Stewart. Note to self, he thought, don’t tell Preach.

“This is weird.” She noted finally.

Hovering like she couldn’t decide whether to flee or stay. Grinder moved around his L-shaped kitchen and piled eggs on a white plate.

“Did we have sex?”

His whole body swerved, tempted to tease her, but she looked so fucking disgusted with the idea his gut dropped to his feet, face blanking out. “I don’t fuck unconscious women. You fell asleep in your car, I carried you in, took off your boots and poured you into my bed.” He didn’t tell her how cuddly she’d been before he’d detangled her arms from around his neck. Or how tempted he’d been to climb into his bed and hold her all night.

“Where did you sleep?”

He hadn’t slept much at all, he kept thinking she might puke in her sleep and choke to death so he’d checked on her often. Grinder placed her plate on the breakfast nook, patted the stool, and pointed his chin through to the living room. “On the couch.”

It took her about a week to cross the kitchen and sit down. Wearing last night’s clothes, with her wave of dark hair caught back in a long tail she looked edible.

“You remember last night?”

Coffee paused midway to her mouth, her eyes flared and Grinder grinned. Yeah, she remembered. Was she going to deny rocking out on him like a stripper?

“I’ll review your lap on Yelp later. Three out of ten. A bit bony, your dick could have been less prominent.”

He snorted amused.

“That’s not what you said last night, Luxe. In fact, you said-----”

“If you’re trying to embarrass me it won’t work. I don’t feel shame, I’m basically a cat who licks itself when there’s company over. I give no fucks, Nathan. I enjoyed teasing and working you up on purpose.”

Grinder’s eyes closed for a second, feeling like he could crack the mug he was holding in two with his tight grip. And when his eyes pinged open the cheeky thing was sitting scooping up eggs and ripping the toast into bits before tossing it into her mouth.

She wanted to provoke him with her gorgeous sass and it was working.

More than anything Grinder was astounded …pleasedshe was even talking to him, she could have said just about anything and he’d take it. It wasn’t as though he was versed indetaininga woman in a locked motel room for two days as to how you then go about getting into her panties.

He wanted her. Feisty, violent, frosty and wet.

Whatever personality trait she was wearing, he wanted it.

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