Page 35 of Wanted
“In case you haven’t noticed, I’ve got a thing for you.”
Without breaking his gaze, she reached for his belt buckle. She pulled the belt out of its loops, but her hands began to shake when she reached for the fastening of his jeans.
“Want some help?” he asked.
“Take off your shirt?”
He grabbed the T-shirt, pulled it over his head, and sent it flying.
Dani licked her lips. She loved his body. She kissed his chest close to his heart and felt it pound under her lips.
He was as excited as she was.
She let her fingers explore the hard muscles of his abdomen, and the beat of his heart took off under her tongue.
“Dani,” he said. His fingers dove into her hair and pulled her up for a hard kiss.
His teeth scraped against her lower lip when she tugged at his zipper. She nipped him right back as she caught his jeans and pushed them down. When she gave him a playful shove, he sat, but when he reached for her, she stopped him with her hands on his chest.
Pulling back from the temptation, Dani looked around the room. She saw the alarm clock by the bed and toed off her shoes as she switched on the radio. She was happy to find a station already tuned in that would work.
Reno watched her steadily as she turned to face him. His arousal sent a heavy vibe through the air. It was daylight. There were no shadows in which to hide in, no sexy clothes to set the mood. Dani found she didn’t need the props.
She began to sway in time with the music. Moving closer to him, she swiveled her hips. Crossing her arms over her chest, she pulled up her top. She took her time, especially when she got to her breasts. When a hot burst of air left him and hit her in the ribs, she knew she was doing it right.
She dropped her top to the floor, and, encouraged, unzipped her jeans. Falling back on what quick lessons the pros at Grinders had taught her, she rolled her hips suggestively. She worked the denim over her hips, stripping until she was left only in her bra and panties.
Boldly, she stepped up to him.
His knees snapped open, making room for her between them. Leaning over him, she caught the back of his chair. A sound left his throat, but when he reached for her, she caught his hands and pressed them against the arms of the chair.
“Oh, no. You can’t expect me not to—”
“It’s against the rules,” she said.
With a groan, he dropped his head back against the chair. “God help me.”
Dani climbed onto the chair with him, squeezing her knees into the gaps onto either side of his hips. The chair wasn’t like the one at the strip club. It hadn’t been designed for this. It was a tight fit, but she didn’t doubt that they’d find a way to make it work.
Feeling the music, she began to bump and grind. His eyelids got heavy as he watched her, and his fingers bit into the arms of the chair. She didn’t need to close her eyes to fantasize. Brushing against him made her as hot as it made him, and soon she was reaching for her bra.
His eyes sparked. “Now?”
She shook her head.
He groaned as she pulled down one strap… and then the other… The demi cups teetered. Finally, she undid the tab at her back and let the bra fall.
Reno stared. And her nipples swelled.
“You’re supposed to be paying,” he said in a rough voice, “not me.”
“Okay,” she whispered.
She’d barely gotten the word out before he caught her breasts. He began to mold and shape her with his big, strong hands, and her pulse pounded in her ears. He pinched her nipples, taking her right back to that darkened back room, and she felt herself get wet.
“Tell me you never danced like that for another man,” he said.
“You were my first,” she said. “My only.”
