Page 38 of Tracking Luxe

With her mind still buzzing on that scorching punishing kiss… god… How did one set of lips send her into such a frenzy? She’d kissed plenty before and hadn’t felt half as much as what she did with Grinder’s tongue stroking hers, daring her to lose control in the front seat of her car, to forget their dubious history and fall into his pants.

And she almost had, almost begged him to peel her jeans off and do her right there up against the steering wheel while children played in the street.

Desire made a woman feel alive. There shouldn’t be any shame in that.

She’d wanted it badly enough to forget just who he was.Ay Dios. There was a name for women like her; horny as fuck.

Mister tracker high and lordy had won that round, she recognized, fogging her brain with wanting to talk about his feelings, and then smelling so good as he did, and his dark long eyelashes in such close proximity seducing her into agreeing. God, she wanted to punch him for manipulating her with his gorgeous, sturdy body.

There is no us, she’d tell him.

He’d proven once before how easy it had been for him to gain the upper hand over her, so fucking easy as it turned out, those days had been something else, anyone would call her mad for not hating him, but in truth having the full unobstructed attention of that kind of intense man had left her a little dizzy and needy.

Her brain was the consistency of mashed potato trying to justify her feelings. Yeah, she was mad, at first, who wouldn’t be, he was an asshole and she’d told him so. She’d been a possessed hooker moving on top of him last night, dry fucking him into the seat, seeing the beads of sweat dot on his forehead and how stoic he’d sat there allowing her to rub on his crotch the way she had. She was still experiencing the rush through her blood a day later.

Dios. He’d taken it. She could still feel that thick bulge pressing her pussy.

Grinder was detriment to her mental health. There was a drum beat in her belly and she suspected it would only be appeased by his hands, his mouth, his------ dammit.

Not only did she have the mental headache of a too handsome kidnapper on her mind, Luxe had to forcibly shift him aside while she spoke to herabuelaover skype.

“Mimi, can you at least wait until I’m home so I can research this cruise? You know how the last one turned out… They could be pirates, you don’t want to be dumped out at sea, not with the costume jewelry you wear, it would attract all the sharks.”

At sixty-three her grandmother was a gorgeous, vivacious woman who loved wearing skinny jeans and tops that displayed her ample cleavage. With her dark brown hair caught up in a chignon, today she wore a flower necklace that looked to weigh six pounds at least and with a ring on each finger, bangles that went up half of her left arm and shocking red lipstick, her grandmother was a vision of loveliness.

Luxe grinned, missing her already, she loved the woman who had raised her something fierce.

Even if she did worry over her like a mother bear with her cub.

In her teens it was Luxe who received all the lectures to stay out of trouble and under no circumstances was she to get pregnant and bring a baby home to be raised, somewhere around her mid-twenties suddenly it became Luxe’s job to lecture her grandmother on the dubiously shady men she speed-dated and to subtly talk her out of crazy ideas like moving to Florida to ‘tap all the oldies for their inheritance’ and now going on another singles cruise when she already had three men she was regularly dating on rotation in their neighborhood.

Dios. Mimi was going to turn Luxe gray before her time.

“Psh. It was a small misunderstanding, baby. And Gerard knew how to salsa, we had a good two weeks together until he went home to his wife. I already booked my place.” She grinned answering in Spanish and Luxe groaned. Did she have bail money? Could they arrest a sassy old lady on board a cruise ship? She’d have to google.

“Just try not to come home with a husband and take plenty of condoms.”

“I don’t promise anything. You should come with me,Cielito Lindo. Lots of handsome sons go on these trips with their parents.”

Luxe snorted.Sí,mama’s boys were not her favorite flavor of men.

Her phone propped up on the bathroom counter in Jamie’s house, she was looking through her make up bag for a kohl pencil. “Or maybe this boy you stay with is more than you tell your dear oldabuela, huh? Maybe you are having a hot romance and you not tell me, huh?”

Immediately her face heated as she thought about Nathan.

“Sí! I see that look,Cielito Lindo. Is this true?”

“No, Mimi. Jamie and I are just friends, you know we tried dating and it was like kissing my pet turtle.”

“I’ve seen a picture of him. He’s movie star handsome, Luxe, sometimes you have to kiss them more than once to stoke the fire,Sí.”

Talking about fires and stoking them with her grandmother was just ten levels of wrong.

Most women found Jamie Steele gorgeous, he was forever swamped in groupies who hung around his MC hoping to catch his eye. Luxe just wasn’t one of them. He’d never heated her panties in a way they’d both need to go further than few dates. She preferred him as a friend.

Not like Nathan. He burnt everything in sight.

And that there was the dilemma. She wanted him but had to remember their history AND why she was here. First things first; earn her money.

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