Page 85 of Tracking Luxe

“I didn’t know fucking my kidnapper would feel so good.” She watched his fingers clench around the headboard as if he was holding onto his will not to flatten her to his bed and hammer it home in hard slams. She smiled down at him and did as he demanded.

Never stopping until the electric feeling pulsed through her, until their climaxes had waned and all that was left was harsh breathing and the sense she wanted to keep her kidnapper.

She really, really wanted to keep him.

Luxe detangled them and flopped boneless at his side. Buzzing in her head, she felt the kind of good that should be illegal.

“Are you crazy addicted in love with me yet, kidnapper?”

Oh, god. Stop sign. Abort! All noise ceased, it was as if she could hear the air particles fluctuating. Why had she said that? Instantly regretting it, she tried to turn her head to smile, instead she sort of buried her head in the soft pillow and wished for the bed to swallow her.

“Is that what you want, Luxe, for a kidnapping bastard to fall in love with you?” His quiet question serious in tone, pushed at her sense ofpeople always leave in the end. His hand started at her waist and stroked upward until he was cupping a breast, his thumb flicking at her nipple, hardening it instantly.

Her first instinct that roared to the surface was to scoff, to laugh in his stupid, gorgeous face and deny it, better yet, to taunt him that yes, that’s what she wanted, to bring him to his knees with feelings for the woman he’d initially treated badly, to have the ultimate payback when she walked away from him. How great that would feel. Only it wouldn’t, would it? She wouldn’t feel good by hurting him.

Then she saw his eyes, how they darkened impossibly, from slate gray to rich midnight. Waiting. And she told him the truth. “Sí.Yes. Maybe. I don’t know.”

He chuckled, ran his thumb over her trembling lower lip, pulling it down he touched the wet inside, briefly stroking her tongue. The move so sensual she almost forgot what was happening. “What if I’m incapable, if all I can give you is my cock?” An ache started in her chest and no amount of deep breathing would get it to calm down, she tried to slide out from under his arm, to gain the space to become logical once more, sex so good she was becoming emotional over him, but the thing weighed about as much as a Buick and kept her buried in his bed. “Let me up, Nath---”

“Don’t do that,” his head came down, burying his face in the crook of her neck, his warm breath fanning her cheek. “Stay right here.”

“I was joking.” She tried to pass it off, her voice weak didn’t really back up the claim and she hated she couldn’t easily hide a thing from him. “Being silly is all.” Pathetic to fear an offhand statement, yet she was terrified, her heart erratic, she’d shown too much of her private self. He seemed to know this because he moved his hand under her breast, pressing down to feel the thud.

And then he lifted his head and she had no choice but to look at him, his eyes meant business forcing her to hold his gentle stare.

“Joking aside, I’m going to take it like you meant it, alright? You want me addicted to you, Luxe? Done. I’ve been that since the first time I saw you. You think I go fucking nuts and kid--detainevery woman I’m horny over?”

She grinned. “Nice save, Superman.”

“I care about you and I want to see where this goes,” the hunger in his eyes almost knocked her back, if not for the fact she was already horizontal. What did she do with that? It didn’t come as a surprise and ahugesurprise at the same time. A man like Grinder should be known only for his fucks not his relationship status on Facebook. But hecaredfor her. “I want you to know it goes right back to that first night. And from there I lost my mind a bit and I’m trying badly to make it right again.” Kisses stroked the side of her face, her fingers went into his hair of their own accord.

He’d already made it right, she thought, but wouldn’t let him in on that. It was too much fun seeing him bend over backwards trying to please her, allowing her free rein to give her pleasure because it pleased her.Let me please you, he’d groaned more than once last night and oh, he had, so many times until she was hoarse, until she was so bone tired she’d had to lie there and let him do all the dirty work to send her careening even as he body tapped out for a rest.

Cut and run, it should be an easy option. Why wasn’t she doing it? Why did it feel like the hardest thing in the world to crawl out of his bed, to leave him behind? After she’d processed the initial shock she knew cut and run wasn’t on her table.

When all she gave him back was silence he leaned over, took her mouth in a slick kiss, a kiss she fell into with her mouth open ready while his tongue mimicked sex.

Still, she didn’t know what to say.

On one hand, a gorgeous man liked her, on the other a gorgeous manliked her, holy fuck. She didn’t measure her worth on what another person thought of her, but even Luxe felt the extent of his caring.

One theft and kidnap later they were here.

He must have read something in her silence when his forehead pressed to Luxe’s giving her no choice but to look at him deep in the eye, that massive body pressed along one side of her, that side felt like it was on fire. “Fuck. I never stood a real chance with you, did I? I’d already fucked up way too much.”

And just like that, hearing the hesitation in his croaky morning voice everything settled inside Luxe’s chest, all the places that had been scared a second again became eerily calm. If someone like Grinder could get all twisted in emotions and survive, if someone like the dangerous outlaw could confess serious feelings,caringfor her, she could accept her own feelings and resist doing a fifty-yard run out of the door.

With several obstacles in the way, one huge one being she didn’t live in Armado and as soon as this current carjacking with Jamie was complete she would more than likely not pass through town again for a good while, but as for chances and giving them to Nathan?

He had every single chance with her.

Not that Luxe would tell him yet. She smiled and pecked his lips before sliding out from under him, despite his grabbing hands. “I need to shower off your sex,” he grunted. “Dirty,chicogot me messy.” Saucily, she looked over her bare shoulder at him, he hadn’t moved a muscle, but ohhh, his eyes were doing a lot of branding, sweeping over her naked body.

Her voice trembled with all the power she was feeling coursing through her center. “And while I do that, you can get up and make me some coffee,por favor.” From inside the bathroom, she took control over her nerves, the Nathan effect hadn’t lessened a bit, not at all.

She called out. “I can’t hear you moving, kidnapper. You’re still making it up to me, remember. Move that sexy ass, I needcafé.” She smiled when his groan blasted through the two rooms. The bed creaked and she heard the pad of feet and then the slide of rough denim.

Chances were for men who proved they wanted one.

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