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So spatially aware of every inch of the man, she focused instead out of the window at four kids playing street hockey, before she did something stupid and forget they were planning a theft together and climbed onto his lap to finish what she started with the kidnapper.

Fingers grasping her chin broke that contact.

It hadn't taken Luxe long to memorize the facet of Grinder's personality that was all sexual gravity and if she gave into that pull even for a second she'd, well ... face first splat. There was no real guard against that kind of charisma except to stay far, far away from it.

And here she was, in close confinement with him in a car.Smart, Luxe.

Unfortunately, when he was this close a humming began right around her lower abdomen.

Gasping, he turned her to face him, kept holding her chin, gray eyes piercing, they were almost nose to nose. The hum intensified temporarily before it morphed into a clutch of intimate muscles. “I’ll do this for you, Luxe, steal your precious sketches, but you don’t talk about dying again, ya dig? And don’t take stupid risks while we’re in there tonight. If we can’t get them then we walk away, shit isn’t worth getting plugged with bullets.” His breath feathered the baby hair near her temple escaping from the bandana she always wore for that very reason of taming them back.

She could only nod. What her brain registered as his ability to always want his own way was the same trait she found gallingly appealing.

It was all wrong and still she was attracted to him.

It didn’t matter his crime, an attraction to this man was natural born, she just bet all women fell victim to that face of his. His voice, the way he dressed and swaggered like he owned the rights to shake any womb in the vicinity, and that scent stuck in her nose were all designed to drive a woman to sexual distraction.

Butterflies in her intestines and she tried her best to act normal.

He eased closer, to speak near her ear. The idiot looked like he was considering kissing her. Would she allow it?Yes.God help her, yes. He eyed her mouth like a predator, or rather, the kidnapper he was.

“And then once I’ve made it up to you, we talk.”

Both eyebrows shot up into her bandana. “Talk about what?”

“Us. You and me being a thing.”

“Us? You and me? Being a thing?” Astonishment colored her voice as it rose and rose.

“Fuck.” He cussed dropping her chin, staying in the same breathing space as her, she watched him haul in a bunch of air all at once, the action inflating his chest wide enough to ping buttons around her car.Dios. “I want to kiss that look off your face so bad, you don’t even fucking know, Luxe. You were in my bed last night, I tucked your sexy body in, avoiding your octopus hands trying to grab my dick.”

She turned beet red and quickly switched it into a scowl.

“The minute we’re square we talk about us and you can get back to grabbing me. Agree with me, Luxe.”

Muttering Spanish to herself, it would have been easier to deny everything he claimed, to even deny the effect his body had on hers, not to mention the taste of him was still in her mouth, but Luxe was not a woman who hid behind denials.

She was attracted to the kidnapper.

Plain and simple pounding, demanding desire.

“Sí. We’ll talk. Now get out, I have underwear to choose for the mobsters tonight.”

His kiss came out of nowhere, crashing down onto her mouth, he took advantage of her gasp to slide his tongue inside and oh,Dios… a kiss of fire, of lust and mutual need.

“Wear them for me.”

Just as quick as his lips had taken possession of hers he wrenched away, told her to be ready for him to pick her up and slammed out of her car, roaring away on his bike.

He left his ferocious growl behind still ringing in her ears.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

“Life is short. Have a lot of sex, Cielito Lindo.” Abuela Mimi.

How dumb did a woman need to be to kiss the guy who had tied her up in anot bondage let me spank you and call me daddyway?

Just how horny did that woman have to be? How fucking stupid was she to ignore all the warning signs and focus solely on the fact he thought she was sexy?