Page 24 of Tracking Luxe

Her tipsy self was recklessly acting on it by staring at the giant package he had between his spread thighs. Holy fuck the man was built all over. Hard and just …there.

Another shuffle forward brought their legs touching again, she saw his nostrils flare and didn’t that just encourage her devilish teasing. She really needed to curb her urges because didn’t Mimi tell her they’d get her into trouble one of these days?

He smelled good. Really damn good.

The hands resting on the table top fisted together suddenly, and he hauled in forced air.

Oh, yes. Breathtaking.

“Is that so?” did his voice sound rustier? Luxe could say she leaned in to hear him better over the bar noise and music, when in truth she could hear him fine and just wanted to inhale him again, to watch the way his eyes burned and dropped to half-mast.

“And that mouth. I could just eat it up. Sojugoso.”Juicy.

A groan tore out of him. “Christ,” lowering his head, it was then that Luxe laughed and slid up onto her knees before she straddled his lap.

Power like Wonder-Woman flooded her.

His head came up, those sex eyes of his darkening to a richness she wanted to lap at, his sigh blew the wispy ends of her hair back. “What are you up to, Luxe? Are you wasted?”

“Not even.”Maybe some.She grinned, settling fully on his lap, her crotch touched his and they both seemed to moan at the same time, she linked hands around his thick neck.

Luxe didn’t try to stifle her chuckle at his discomfort.

“Mister kidnapper.”

“Grinder.” He corrected, bringing both of those meaty hands to her hips. Oh yeah, that felt good. She wriggled. He groaned and something began to poke between her legs.

“Nathan,” one measured swirl of her hips. “I can’t sleep with you. I just want you to know that upfront. You kidnapped me, that wouldn’t be right.”

“I detained you.”

“Tomato, zucchini.”

“It’s tomatotomhato, love.”

“Semantics.” Squished between the edge of the table at her back and a very hard man in front, she liked the position, how long had it been since she was in this very spot letting her hips torment some poor man? Oh, but he felt so incredibly good.

Luxe dropped her forehead to his shoulder, shuffled her hips forward directly over his cock. “You tied me up, Nathan, such a bad boy.” Ten million years ago in another life she would have fucked his brains out, she would have followed through with her dirty little teasing this once because she regretted not knowing how he fucked, would have broken her own teasing rule and had this man. But how could she when he’d done something very bad to her, though he looked repentant, didn’t he?, That would be wrong…. Right?

She couldn’t. She shouldn’t.

But oh…

“Luxe.Jesus. Baby. You need to stop that, you’re drunk and you don’t even like me, you’re going to regret this and hate me even more.”

“Am not.”maybe a little.“Besides….” she chuckled nuzzling his nose. “Who said liking you was a requirement?” She just had to taunt him with that. He felt good underneath her, so hard and strong, she just bet he’d throw her onto a bed and have his biker way with her, wouldn’t he? Rough. Steady. So fucking sure of what he wanted from her.

Not that she was going to.

“I can’t sleep with you,” she told him again, her mouth by his ear she gave it a little nip with her teeth.

Fingers on her hipbones tightened. There was something dirty and delightful about the way he handled her. Every trace of fingers was a command, as if she’d been placed on this earth to pleasure him.

“Have you done that before, tied a woman to a bed?” Eye to eye she shifted her body back and forth, he made a subtle uplift, even with her weight on top of him he could still move her easily, brushing his erection between her legs. Luxe’s eyes fluttered closed, rolling into the back of her head.Dios. “Have you, mister kidnapper?”

When he spoke, he sounded strained at the edges, Luxe chuckled again. She really shouldn’t let her urges out.Really.

Thirsty, she leaned over and grabbed her drink, draining the last few drops until there was nothing left in the bottom of the glass. Licking the tart lemon from her lips.