Page 6 of Dark Wolf Soul
The feel of it startles me, but more than that, it turns me on.
My skin heats, and my core aches for more.
Still, he doesn’t touch me, and I have to press my lips together to keep from asking him to. Forcing myself to ease up just a little, I put some distance between me and his dick before I can do something stupid. Like try to sit on it. Without the barrier of clothing between us.
Apparently, he’s not the only one whose blue balls I need to worry about here.
But even with the space between us, I can feel the heat coming off of him too. I don’t need his hands on me to know he wants this. Me. Desire laces the air between us until I can barely breathe without choking on it. His. Mine. It’s all the same.
I’ve never been this turned on in my life.
When the song ends, a new one starts, but I go still, staring back at him with enough tension between us to cut with a knife.
Slowly, he sits forward and reaches around me. I hold my breath, fully expecting him to finally break my rule and touch me. My skin tingles at the mere thought, and I know, if he does, I’ll give in to whatever he wants—including the back room.
Instead, he grabs the cash off the side table and holds it out to me.
As he leans back again, he whispers in my ear, “You're beautiful, Lexi. Absolutely stunning.”
I blush at his words, feeling a strange connection to him. But before I can say anything, he holds up the money and adds, “Thank you for the dance.”
The dance.
Right.
This is just a transaction.
Shit.
I scramble to my feet, nearly tripping as my shoe threatens to buckle sideways. Managing to remain upright, I shove my dress down my thighs and shake my head, trying to clear my thoughts.
“Thanks,” I mumble, snatching the cash out of his hand and nearly sprinting away from him.
He's just another customer, I remind myself.
Except, I’m pretty sure I’ll never be the same again after that dance.
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GREY
Imust have lost my damned mind. Asking the mark for a lap dance? That’s not part of the plan, and yet, once the idea came to me, I couldn’t resist the temptation. Sitting here now with her draped over my thighs, her hair falling around us like a curtain, is worth every rule I’ve just broken for myself. After two days of watching her from afar, I have to admit she’s even more breathtaking up close. All that long, thick hair just asking to be taken by the fistful, and those sharp green eyes practically begging me to break the only rule she gave me for this little performance.
All I want is my hands on her.
Lie.
I want more than my hands on her.
I want my cock inside her.
Unfortunately for me, that’s nowhere near what I’ve come here tonight to do. Which means the no-touching rule is one I won’t let myself break. Not because I respect her wishes but because there’s something about her that calls to me—and I can’t afford this girl’s siren song getting into my blood.
Already, I’ve gotten closer than I should. Maybe it’s those lonely eyes. The way they seem to ask for something without her having to say a word. Or maybe I’ve gone soft in my old age. Twenty-seven years is hardly ancient, but it feels like a century since I let a woman touch me like she’s doing. I’ve spent years honing my control, learning how to read a threat, and staying the hell away from anything that can get me killed.
Lexi triggers all three, yet here I sit, hard as granite and wishing I didn’t have to stop at a lap dance. It’s been a long damn time since any woman stirred me this way, but none have ever made me stray from the plan like this.
Her hips undulate as she rocks against me, and I swallow back a groan. When she grinds against my erection, I nearly lose it. Instead, I fist my hands and grind my teeth to remain still. Years of training and it’s all led me to a moment where my control is hanging by a thread.
