Page 83 of Tracking Luxe

Have I stayed too long?

She really liked a guy and it made her feel all girlie.

Banishing her doubts, she instead focused on the man with his hand on her butt crack. Ruled by her body and its budding need for indescribable pleasure, they’d had all night long, she’d been in every position possible and still… the hunger.

Naughty man.

Luxe rimmed the fullness of his lips with a gentle fingertip, brushing the hair of his beard, she could truly study his face.

He really was handsome.

Bossy, craggy and handsome.

Do this, Luxe. Bend here, thief. He’d said it all and god help her, she’d loved it and complied without protest.

Talk about chasing the pleasure dragon.

Sex was fine, but cuddling like they were? Self-doubt crept into her mind, whispering how he was losing her focus on things she had to accomplish.

Jamie needed the fleet of cars by the end of the week and so far, she’d only gotten six.

Sex with Nathan was … she needed a thesaurus to aptly describe wonderful. Anddistracting. Wonderful seemed weak, lame, inadequate, but however she described what they’d been doing together didn’t make it any less true that she was suddenly unfocused in her work and nothing came between Luxe and her ability to make money.

Not even a cuddly teddy biker to snuggle.

Extracting herself from the warm body, she got precisely one inch free when those thick arms banded tighter and a gruff rumbling voice brushed her ear. “Go back to touching me, love.”

“I need to get up.” Her stomach was glued to the ceiling.I need to go. I need to go far away from this domestic bliss, I mean nightmare.

“Not yet.” And he nuzzled his beard against the side of her face. Luxe cupped the side of his head, either to break his neck or shove him away, but the gesture turned into her sorta-hugging him closer.

Who was she? Luxe’s resolve was short lived with Grinder’s voice coaxing in her ear. She feared he could talk her into anything and she’d happily go along like a lamb to the slaughter.

“More touching. Then we can sleep some more, it feels like the middle of the fucking night.”

Her lips twitched looking at the clock on the bedside table. “Almost eight am.”

“As I said. Too early.”

“Don’t you have to work?”

He groaned, vibrating his lips against her neck before he kissed her pulse.

Oh,dios, it felt nice, her body hummed a little when his hands stroked the full length of her spine and cupped her plump ass.

“Yeah.” He didn’t stop touching her, didn’t make a move to roll out of bed and get back to living life.

There was a hole in her stomach that grew, a nasty greedy hole that was so hungry for him to go on touching her she would have done just about anything for it. “Bring all your soft up against my hard, love.”

Not moving an inch. Her breath stuttered. “A-aren’t you getting up for work?”

“Luxe. Now.” He helped by pulling her the inch separating them, her breasts flattened on his chest, his mouth found the valley most sensitive in the dip of her neck, skimming, tasting, she arched on a moan. Aching.Aching. The hole filling up with his affection. The larger than life erection jutted into her belly, giving a wiggle, she dragged a grunt out of him.

The air crackled between them. She became hyper conscious of his warm breath brushing her neck. Maybe they could stay like this a while long.

Her heartbeat thundered in her ears. Ten different arguments for climbing out of that bed warred through her mind. They’d ridden each other all night long, acts she should be ashamed of if she was a different sort of woman.

Reality had no place in a bed that belonged to a biker. A soft warm inviting bed. A hard-inviting man underneath her. She bit his shoulder and heard him grunt again before he rolled to his back, the navy-blue comforter pushed down to his waist.