Page 20 of Tracking Luxe

He dove in and he dove deep sweeping his tongue into her mouth, his hands came up to hold both sides of her face as she clutched his waist, he crowded her back into the store, their lower bodies fused together. He used his foot to nudge her feet wider apart, knocking her off balance to push her deeper into him.

Perfect tits crushed his chest wall, his kiss turned feral when he felt a moan vibrate against his lips.

Grinder should have been wondering what prompted her to crawl into his clothes with him, instead he got her taste and went to town, sucking around her tongue, nipping, licking, biting, he didn’t let up even when she tried to pull back he made her engage again giving her a second’s worth of air before deepening the kiss.

His groin was fucking aching, heavy, hard as a rock and nestled into her belly.

A forest fire started at his feet and rose, pooling in his torso, he couldn’t get into her deep enough, taste her enough, she had her fingers in his hair hard his scalp would be sore and he didn’t care, not when she did something witchy twining her tongue against his teeth to send a blast of arousal to his dick. Her flavor drove him to distraction.

When finally,finallythey parted he took a gulp of air, Luxe was equally stunned standing there with her tits heaving, lips puffy, only after a second must she have realized her fingers were still in his hair that she let go.“Ah. You make me do crazy things,” she panted in his face. A sugary brush of air.

A wicked smile flashed over Grinder’s mouth as he tipped his head down to lick the corner of her lips. Yep, he was right, she was sweet there as well. “What, like dry humping my thigh hard enough to leave a wet patch?”

She punched him square in the chest with a huff,hiked her backpack against her shoulder and slid out from under him, looking down the street she was pleased with whatever she saw or didn’t see, because Grinder had to catch up with her two strides later when she’d taken off, he stopped her with a hand on her belly. “You mind telling me what that was all about?”

Her smile was sly “I fancied a kiss,” lying through her gorgeous lips. Never had a damn lie turned him on so much.

Irrational. Insane. Dangerous.

A litany of arousal, every thought was filth to the point he saw nothing wrong in wanting to find a quiet little alleyway along the street and help her out of her clothes before he dropped to his knees and sucked in her honey, to see just how soaked their kiss had made the little thief. “And you just happened to be around, lucky you.”

“You talk a big game for-----”

“For a what? Awoman?” Outrage filled her dark eyes as if prepared to go to war with him on every feminist bullshit issue she knew and some she’d make up. Grinder bit back a grin, fingered her chin, tipping it up to better see her under the moon’s brightness. Fuck, she really was a beautiful, maddening warrior.

“----for someone who hasn’t stopped thinking about kissing me in days.”

“You have an overinflated opinion of yourself. I haven’t given you a thought since I escaped that nightmare motel room.” Cheeky thing dared to beam at him with a look so full of excitement and sass he got hard.

He gotreal hard.

“You kiss fine for a biker, I suppose.”

“Kissed many have you?”

“Sí. My fair share.” A growl began in his gut. Who were they? Where did they live? “Come on, keep up, kidnapper, you can buy me a drink, I have a proposition for you… if you have time?” she tacked on, looking at him while they walked, every now and then she’d turn a gaze behind them. Luxe was hiding and Grinder’s intrigue grew and grew.

Why did the expectation of her wanting something from him push fireworks into his chest?

She forgives me. He had hope.

“I got time. If only to hear why the fuck you shoved your tongue in my mouth to evade the Russian back there.” If she was shocked by his correct revelation she didn’t let on. Small world though and the timing fucking sucked, was a thief dabbling in the Russian’s business orwiththem?

Time would tell.

She quirked a secretive smile. Grinder shook his head. What was this woman getting him into? He looked down and grabbed her hand, laced them palm to palm and took over the leading, crossing the street there was a good bar two blocks away. Then she could say what she wanted and maybe he’d talk her into laying the lips on him again.

He deserved some fucking perks for the way she was shaking his foundations.

******

Watching Grinder walk back from the bar holding a bottle and a glass Luxe let her eyes feast unhindered, noticing he was catching looks from all corners, mostly women with obvious starvation, some men looking at him cautiously, probably because of his club jacket, bikers and their big-boy bad images. Men would never stop having dick contests no matter their ages.

But, in this case, she could confirm his bad boy status. By rights she should be stabbing in him the leg with a pitch fork, but when he’d looked at her, that last day in the motel room, there was something like guilt and regret in his steel eyes, as though he wanted to apologize a million times over on his knees.

She would have liked him on his knees begging, pleading, groveling.

Oh,sí, so much dirty groveling.