Page 9 of Wanted
A powerful surge of wanting hit her when she realized she could pretend it was Reno.
“Hi there,” she said in her sexiest voice. “I’m Candy.”
Her stiletto heels clipped across the floor as she made her way to the stereo where LED lights glowed. She’d been told that the music had already been chosen, so she hit the play button. A sultry melody started floating across the room, and she let herself be drawn into it.
Walking across the room, she stood in the lone sliver of light and simply looked at the shadowy figure. Dark pleasure unfurled in her stomach when she saw the toe of his boot twitch.
The motion told her a lot.
“Tell me what you like,” she said. “I’m here to please you.”
With deliberate movements, she began to gradually sway with the rhythm of the song until her hips began to bump and grind suggestively.
“Only you,” she crooned as she let her hands skim her hips.
Reno’s Adam’s apple lodged in his throat as he watched her. He’d meant to lure her into the room and then surprise her. Now, he couldn’t have moved if he’d tried.
God, she was good.
Too good. He shifted his weight in the chair. What the hell did she think she was doing, flaunting herself in front of a stranger like this?
His teeth clenched as her hands skimmed temptingly over her body, teasing him because he knew he wasn’t allowed the same liberties. When her hands stopped at her waist and balled up the material of her blouse, his job, treason charges, and the rest of the world were forgotten.
“What should I take off first?” she asked.
Reno knew he shouldn’t talk. He should stop this now.
But she’d never recognize his voice… and that was a mistake on her part. She should have talked to him instead of always texting. “The top,” he said hoarsely.
Would she do it?
She slowly lifted the hem out of the waistband of her short skirt, and his fingers bit into the arms of the padded chair when he saw her smooth flesh. She took her time toying with the material, pulling it and twisting it until he thought he’d go mad. She finally lifted it over her head. She tossed the garment carelessly aside, and his gaze lasered in on her flat belly.
Her body was tight, and her skin was smooth. She rolled her hips, and a distressed sound left his throat. “The skirt.”
She hesitated when she heard him, but then her hips started grinding again. Her hands moved down. She fought with the zipper, but eventually the material plopped onto the floor.
For a moment, Reno forgot to breathe. He’d never thought she’d actually follow through.
“Get over here,” he whispered. He wanted her in his lap. Or under him. Or on all fours.
Her movements stilled, and she stood frozen in the middle of the room.
Good, he thought. It wasn’t so easy after all. “I paid for a lap dance, baby,” he said, testing her.
His fingers nearly ripped holes in the upholstery when she took timid steps toward him. She stopped only a foot away, and his knuckles turned white as he forced himself to stay put. It was either destroy the furniture or grab her.
He couldn’t touch her—at least, a paying customer couldn’t touch her—so he let his gaze wander where it wished. It wished for everything. In the pale moonlight, she had to be the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. The stilettos lifted her heels high off the ground, making her legs look incredible. Sheer black hose covered those long legs up to her thighs, where a skimpy garter belt met them. Under that garter belt, she was wearing an even tinier black G-string. It was so tiny that it would hardly have been worth mentioning if it hadn’t barred his gaze from the most private part of her. He couldn’t help it; his gaze zeroed in on that spot between her legs.
Somehow, she sensed his attention. Her hands moved and, suddenly, the tiny triangle was hidden from his sight. The self-conscious gesture made him feel better, but she made no move to stop things.
Just how far was she willing to go? His hungry gaze settled on her breasts as they nearly spilled out of her lace bra. Uncontrollably, his hips shifted on the chair. “Take it off,” he said, the words escaping before he could catch them.
Dani took a step backward when she felt the man’s lust buffet her. Somehow the balance of power had shifted. She didn’t like it. “Take what off?” she asked nervously.
“The bra.”
A moment of fear gripped her when she realized what she was about to do.Think of Reno, she told herself. She’d love to get him in a situation like this. She’d love to make him sweat, knowing that he couldn’t do anything to her.
