“So, if I loosen up, it’ll be better?”
“Yeah.”Something softens in his gaze.It makes me want to believe him.To trust him with something as vulnerable as being an eye-witness to a not-so-sexy lap dance.
His thumb skates across the inside of my wrist, and my pulse jumps at the innocent contact.Heck, it feels like it’s directly connected to my clit, which is dangerous at best.I should go.The thing is, I don’t want to.I don’t want to be a girl who runs.I want to be a girl who stays.Who’s sexy and confident and has the power to bring a guy like Ford to his knees, even if it’s only for one night.One dance.One song.
Peeking up at him, I whisper, “Will you…teach me?”
“You want me to teach you how to give me a lap dance?”
Ignoring the tightness in my chest, I lick my bottom lip.“Yes.”
His green gaze bounces around my face, taking in every inch and making me feel more exposed than I care to admit, before his grasp on my wrist disappears and his warm breath hits my cheeks.“Close your eyes.”
“Ford.”
“Close them.”
My eyelids flutter, but I do as I’m told.
“Good girl.”
I can feel his presence shift as he circles me.One slow step at a time.“Pretend I’m not here.I want you to listen to the song.Feel the beat.The rhythm.The pulse.”
I take a deep breath in through my nose, willing my eyes to stay shut tight.
“Are you listening?”he murmurs.
I don’t recognize the song, but it’s slow and sultry.Tilting my head, I listen to the words.The sexy tone.
His hands find my waist.“There she is.Now move your hips.”I sway them from side to side, rolling ever so slightly in time with the song, letting his gentle grasp guide my movements.After a few measures, he lets me go.“Perfect.Just like that.”I keep up the movement, swaying and rolling as I squeeze my eyes shut even tighter.I can feel him still circling me.The sound of his footsteps.His fingers dance along my bare arm before he grabs my wrist and brings our hands up before placing mine on his shoulder.Then he sits down on the velvet loveseat, and I move closer.“Keep going,” he grinds out.
My teeth dig into my bottom lip as I try to stay lost in the music and out of my head.Swaying my hips from side to side, I let the familiar beat wash over me.
“Arch your back.”
I do.
“Now turn around,” he urges.
My heart pounds against my rib cage, but I do as I follow his guidance, continuing the same sexy churn of my hips and sway of my body.Peeking one eye open, I stare at the door, telling myself I’m alone in the room.That the only person I’m dancing for is me.I drag my hands along the sides of my breasts, then down to my waist, when his hand brushes against my hips, and he drags me closer to him.My breath hitches, but I don’t turn around.Instead, I zero in on the rhythm and keep dancing.
“Fuck, you have no idea how sexy you are,” he murmurs.
Maybe it’s the alcohol, but I almost believe him.Hanging onto the slight grittiness in his tone, I bend at the waist, shimmying my butt a few inches from his face.His hands tighten on me as a low groan escapes him.
I have no idea what he’s seeing right now.Okay, I know, but I don’tknow.Does he like it?The view?Is he turned on?Grossed out?Okay, that’s probably a stretch.He has to be at least slightly interested, doesn’t he?
I push my hair over my shoulder and peek back at him, finding so much heat in his eyes I might just burn up on the spot.
“Am I doing okay?”
Tongue in cheek, he shakes his head.“You want to talk about teasing, June Bug?I’m so hard for you right now, I can barely think straight.”
Pride swells in my chest, so I do it again, bending and shimmying, and shaking my ass a few inches from his face.He leans forward, letting the heat of his mouth seep through my skirt and right against my aching core.
Ooookay.Yup.Yup, that’ll do.
My body shudders on contact, and he wraps his arm around my waist.
