Page 81 of Tracking Luxe

They were halfway around the block when he finally caught up with her grabbing her by the arm. She was making him woozy with the attitude flip. He’d been happy, like one of those wagging dog’s kind of happy, when he’d seen her at his club, for a stupid second, he’d thought she’d come looking for him and hadn’t that filled him with helium.

But nah. JamiefuckingSteele.

“Want to tell me what all that was about? Was I wrong in thinking that’s what you wanted from me?”

The notion of her with Steele----with anyone, bore a hole in his stomach so he wouldn’t entertain those thoughts, not here, not now, not with her spitting crabbiness.

He was sunk. Just call him the titanic.

Her eyes like a damn mood ring shooting at him. “I needed some air, you fluster me, and I want to punch you, Nathan! Furthermore, stop saying all those things, who talks like that anyway? It’s confusing to my body.”

He laughed full belly, all his worries drifting away. “Damn, you’re like a sphere of livid fire all the time, aren’t you, love? I didn’t realize until now that’s your default setting. Why the hell does that make me hard?”

She blinked suspiciously. “It-it does?”

Grinder pulled her forward, just a little encouragement, she came most of the way herself until they were chest to chest and he could get his hands on her. “Yeah, it does.” He showed her.

“I usually just piss guys off when I get angry.”

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“I can be pissed and hard for you at the same time, baby. It doesn’t alter what I feel. And fuck any person who doesn’t appreciate your spirit.” The warm sensation swirled around her belly. Luxe allowed him to pull her closer, gravitating towards him as if Nathan was the sun. She hadn’t known until that minute she’d wanted reassurance, because frankly, shewasa hot head, she’d always known it and so very few dealt with it well. She was prone to storm off at a moment’s notice only so she could process what she was feeling and sometimes,idiotamen, took it as a sign of aggression and moodiness.

Thickness coated Nathan’s voice, thick enough to cause her to shiver when his head lowered. “You are fucking perfect, thief.”

“Do you talk to every woman like this?”

He gusted a sigh hard enough to blow her hair back, looked her dead in the eye and she knew he was being genuine. “I don’t even take off my clothes for any other woman, but the way you’re eyeing my pants like you’re trying to use the force to get them off, you only have to say the word and they’re gone.”

Oh,dios. It sounded like a line a guy would say, to ease him into the next bed. They’d fucked and enjoyed it, he didn’t need a line, right? The pleasure was there, fizzing, making her needy.

“You’re a dirty-dog, Nathan.” She smiled, subtly moving closer to the dog’s heat scorching through his clothes, a furnace her body was attracted to.

He shuddered.

Seeing the physical result of her touch, her voice, it made her feel powerful. Sexy. Two feelings she’d never experienced together until now.

In that intimate second of silence unfolding between them, Luxe realized how much she’d missed him.

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Grinder took her mouth without any prior notice than that, the same time his hands grabbed her ass to align her hips with his, rubbing his rock hardness on her like a fucking horny cat.

She was doing some of her own rubbing, driving him insane, eating his mouth as fast as his tongue dipped into hers. “Do you want to fuck?” he growled, licking her lower lip, sucking it fast, biting it until she moaned, her hands had gone into his hair and stayed there, dragging him this way and that.

Luxe whimpered and ground her hips harder. He knew what her body wanted alright, he could smell it damn well rising off her skin couldn’t he? But she wasn’t getting away this time by saying he seduced her into it. “You’ll have to tell me if that’s what you want, baby.”

There was her scowl. Angry, furious scowl etched on her blemish free face. Her eyes were glassy, lips wet.

Say the words. He urged silently, both hands gripped her hips until he thought he might be bruising her. Rather than complain she seemed to soften in his hands, bending towards him. That little fucking body wanted him even when her lying tongue denied it.

“Nath…”

“Say the words, it’s not difficult to admit you want me. I already know you do.” He was making it so easy for her.

“Thenwhydo I have to say it?”

Grinder smirked and dove back for another kiss, this time longer, sweeping his tongue over hers until she whimpered, only then did he draw back. “Because I want you to say it. I want to hear it soaking sweetness from your tongue.”

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