And her nipples were hard. Spike hard. They made his tongue ache to lick them; his mouth watered at the thought of sucking them.
She leaned into the pole again, her arms reaching, her legs braced apart, her rear rubbing against metal while something just as hard pounded in his jeans. Oh yeah, she could rub against him anytime.
Then she was moving again, a sensuous slide of flesh, a roll of her hips, her hands moving over her head as she swayed and came slowly down the steps that led to the raised stage.
Toward him.
Drawing closer.
The opened blouse slid over her shoulders, caressing flesh he longed to touch, touching her, easing over her arms until it dropped, forgotten behind her.
His arms tightened over his chest as he fought the urge to jump up, throw her over his shoulder, and rush her the hell out of there.
“Touch her, dude, and I’ll make you hurt.”
Behind his shoulder the monster bouncer David murmured threateningly. Kell’s lips parted in amusement though his eyes never strayed from the bounty coming toward him.
Lap dance.
Timbo had been firm when he realized Kell was taking Tiny’s place. He had to play the part or he was out of there. The girl had paid to learn to dance, and evidently, she had paid quite a bit.
He was her audience. And being her audience was worth paying for. Men would line up in droves for this. They would pack the house, tear onto the stage and demand a touch. Just one soft touch against that damp silk she called skin.
As she came closer he saw the pure lust lighting her eyes and had to grit his teeth to sit still. Fuck, h
ard nipples, and sweet mercy, that little shadow at the junction of her thighs had to be dampness. Her sweet pussy was creaming and his mouth wasn’t even there to taste it.
He licked his lips.
Her eyes flickered to his lips, held there, and the dance became a gliding temptation, a slow, aching swing of hips, of full breasts, of rosy flesh.
She turned her back on him, pulling a chair gracefully in front of her as she bent, filling his vision with the most delectable little ass he had ever laid his eyes on.
The red lace of her thong separated the cheeks of her ass, curved and luscious, as her thighs clenched, her hips rotated, and her ass flexed before him.
He fisted his hands, more uncertain of his control than he had ever been. He watched her move as she turned, his gaze lifting to her face, seeing the sultry promise and erotic innocence that battled in her fierce blue eyes.
He sat back in his chair, forcing control over his muscles when he wanted nothing more than to touch, taste, devour.
Especially when she came closer, when those soft legs straddled his knees, and the soft, sweet scent of peaches and cream assaulted his senses. And beneath it . . . Ahhh God, he was man enough to know the scent beneath it. The heady heat of arousal, of a woman’s need wetting the lace covering an obviously bare pussy. There wasn’t a single soft curl to be glimpsed under those panties.
Her breasts were at his face, hard nipples pressing against fragile red lace. A rivulet of moisture eased over the lightly tanned mounds not covered by the lace, caught on the material, disappeared.
Her thighs scraped against his jeans, then she lifted, came to her full height, which wasn’t that tall to begin with, and the scent of arousal nearly had him coming in his jeans.
He could smell her. He could almost taste her. He was dying for her.
As the music began to reach its crescendo she gripped the back of the chair she had placed at his side, a slender leg lifted high, a black heel moving to brace on the back of his chair, and the soft flesh of her pussy was so close he could have tasted it. Could have licked over fine soft lace and silk beneath. And he would have tasted her. Would have tasted the essence of her hunger on the damp material of her panties.
Instead, he breathed out roughly, his breath aimed at the tempting, almost hidden folds.
And only by sheer will did he hold back his release, because she lost hers. He watched her thighs tighten, heard her exclamation, and before his wondering eyes, the dampness on those panties darkened.
His eyes jerked to hers.
She came? Emily came?
Her leg jerked back as she stumbled, her face paling, eyes growing wide as her lips parted in shock.