Page 11 of Wanted
She was reacting tohim.
His cock surged against the zipper of his jeans. He didn’t know what was going on in that complicated head of hers, but by God, he deserved this. She’d put him through hell over the past six months, but now she was sitting all but naked in his lap. He deserved a little slice of heaven.
“Start moving,” he growled.
She slowly began to sway to the music. His fingers pulled the leather to its ripping point as he watched her body undulate. Heaven help him, she was incredible. Her breasts were inches away from his face, and he was dying to kiss them.
He forced his gaze up to her face. Her eyes flickered around the room as if she didn’t know where to focus. She looked as if she was either scared or uncertain as to how to proceed.
He wanted to believe it was a little of both. She’d only been working here three days. She sure as hell better not have danced like this for anybody else. The mere thought of her sitting on somebody else’s lap made him see red.
What was she doing here, anyway? She was better than this. Why had she lowered herself to using her body to make money? Didn’t she know what kind of lowlifes frequented places like this?
“Look at me,” he whispered harshly when her eyes closed. “You’re dancing for me.”
Reno.Think of Reno, Dani told herself.
Her eyelids became heavy as the rhythm of the music floated through her veins. She began to rock her hips in time with the beat and lifted her hands over her head. Sensuously, she brought them down and covered her breasts. She’d learned that men liked it when she did that on stage. They liked it when she touched herself. Intentionally, she lifted the twin globes and flicked her thumbs over the already-taut nipples. Her eyes popped open when she felt him move.
“You can’t touch me,” she said, stopping mid-motion.
“I’m not,” he whispered as he reached for the butterfly clip in her hair. “This doesn’t count.”
With a quick pinch, the clamp on her hair was loosened. Dani felt her hair drop down across her shoulders, and she shivered. That was supposed to have been her move. Instead of enticing him, though, she felt her own muscles go weak.
She froze as the man softly began to comb her hair with the teeth of the hair clip. She didn’t know what to do. Technically, he wasn’t touching her; the plastic was. He dragged the clip softly across her scalp, massaging it lightly, and she closed her eyes.
“Ooh,” she sighed. Some of the tension in her muscles relaxed as shivers of delight ran down her spine. He combed her hair diligently, but carefully avoided any contact between their bodies.
He was following the rules. She didn’t need to call the bouncer.
“Keep dancing,” he whispered.
The sensual haze drifted over her again, and she obeyed. She began to rock softly and gasped when he mirrored the movements with his own hips. The motion was blatantly sexual. The moonlight cast enough glow that she could see his erection as he pushed it toward her.
“Yeah, baby. Just like that,” he said.
“Yes,” she agreed. “Just like this.”
Every muscle in Reno’s body was taut. She was killing him with this little teaser dance. It was all he could do not to rip that G-string off her and thrust up into her. He knew she’d be hot and wet. He could tell from the way she was breathing that she was as excited as he was. The pulse at the base of her throat was pounding wildly.
He wanted to see her get even wilder. Watching her reactions closely, he settled the teeth of the hair clip against her shoulder. She looked down hastily, but didn’t stop the gyrations of her body. Carefully, he dragged the clip over her chest down to her quivering breast. Thin white lines scored her flesh, but he made sure that the pressure was light and arousing. When he finally made it down to the pretty red tip, he heard her whimper in anticipation.
“Easy,” he said. He flicked the delicate nub with the plastic teeth of the comb, and she nearly came out of his lap.
He almost reached out to pull her back down, but she stayed of her own accord. He lifted his hand again, and she grabbed the arms of the chair. She stared at the moonlight coming through the window as he brushed the plastic back and forth. At last, she cried out in pleasure. He moved to her other breast, and she bit down hard on her lower lip. He watched it turn white as he toyed with her responsive flesh.
“More?” he asked.
She gasped when she saw him pinch the clamp, opening it like jaws.
“No!” she said.
“No?”
“That will hurt.”
“If I promise to make sure it doesn’t?”
