loved fancy lingerie. She did it to claim her sexuality, to make it her own. But seeing the open lust on Jake’s face, she had another reason. To make him want her way she wanted him.
She pranced away from him and kicked her leg high in the air, revealing her provocative black panties cut high on her butt. Smiling at his rumbled expletive, she hopped up on the coffee table, putting the top of her thighs at his eye level. She reached her hands over her head and swayed in a tantalizing circle, ratcheting up her writhing movements as the tempo swelled. Sauntering toward the edge of the table, her hands perched on her hips, she focused on the growing bulge in his trousers. She ran her tongue over her lips in a provocative swipe, then gave him a saucy wink.
He choked on his laugh and his face reddened. She laughed a soft tinkling peal when he adjusted his trouser with a corresponding wink. As the music drew to a close, she spun in a slow circle, then dropped to her hands and knees and crawled toward him switching her butt from side to side like a sinuous cat. With a sigh, she lowered herself flat on her stomach and kicked her legs up behind her butt. As the music stopped, she propped her chin in her hands and gave him a demure smile.
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Jake groaned as he moved toward her. She laid there on the table her chin propped in her hands, nonchalantly kicking her legs. She was the perfect picture of innocence. If it wasn’t for her dancing eyes, mischievous smile--and her skirt tossed up over her butt.
He wanted nothing more than to roll her over on her back and take her. He didn’t know how he’d made it through her provocative dance. Every twisting turn of her round ass and curvy hips drove his lust to a fever pitch. Hell, when she licked her lips and practically dared him, it was all he could do not to yank off his jeans, drag out his prick, and tell her to have at it.
But under that outrageous display of wanton sexuality, he knew that there was an untried woman with hideous memories buried deep. And there was a bigger problem than her past. That was him. He was a rough lover, a demanding lover. Let’s face it, he was an adrenalin junkie. Sex and battling the bad guys were his outlets. In an odd way, he sensed that even with her past, Lexie was a lot like him. The way she’d surrendered to the handcuffs, let him hover over her in the dojo, made him think she might be the perfect partner for him. A strong woman so beautiful that she took his breath away, and one who would let him love her in the ways his body craved.
Jake decided he may as well find out now, while he still had enough control to stop if he scared her. Or if she was horrified by his needs. He studied her for a moment letting his gaze wander over her outstretched form. A faint twinge of unease clouded her lovely face and his dick jerked appreciatively at her nervousness. Without speaking, he strode over to the stereo cabinet and dug through his collection of CDs. He grinned when he saw one that caught his mood and inserted it in the disc player. His collection was rife with sexually suggestive music, but none topped that golden oldie,
Lexie perched on the low table in a cross legged position speaking to years of mediation practice. An uncertain frown pinched her brows.
“That was beautiful, Lexie. You took my fucking breath away. I’ve never been so turned on in my life.”
Her tentative smile egged him on.
“Stand up darlin’.” He motioned to a place in front of him. “Come over here. Right there,” he said pointing at the spot he’d indicated.
She hesitated for a moment, then smiled shyly and walked toward him. When she got closer, he shook his head.
“Uh uh. Stand there, sugar, where I can see you. I’m thinking I need a little more entertainment.”
She walked to where he pointed and stood still. For a moment, he thought that she might resist. But then she shrugged and said with a teasing smirk, “Getting into the lap dance mode, Jake?’
“Oh, yeah. And then some.”
He narrowed his gaze allowing his eyes to drift over her beautiful body, a body that had way too many clothes on it.
“Lexie. Take off your clothes.”
He reveled in her startled gasp, then the flash of excitement in her eyes.
“And, honey, in lieu of a hat, you can leave those ‘fuck me’ shoes on.”
He clicked on the remote.
Lexie stared at him, then closed her eyes and whimpered when Joel Cocker’s sexy voice rumbled “Baby, take off your coat, real slow.”
Jake chuckled at her reaction. He crooned, “That’s right, baby. But you can leave your shoes on,” mimicking the instructions of
If he’d had any concerns about her reaction to his outrageous command, it was lost when she threw him a daring smile as she twisted away from him. She stood with her back to him then with slow sinuous movements, she eased her camisole over her head. With a saucy grin over her shoulder, she tossed it to him. He caught it and held it in his lap. When she turned in a slow circle to face him, he gasped at the sight of her black lace bra. A miracle of engineering, it dangerously pushed up her lush pale globes, but miraculously kept them from spilling over the top. Through the lacy fabric, he could see her pointed pink nipples hardening before his eyes. Her soft moan echoed his. Struggling to quash the rush of sensations threatening to render him speechless, he motioned to her skirt. His voice was a husky rasp. “Now, take off your skirt.”
She sauntered closer and slowly unbuttoned her skirt, then slid her hands under the clingy fabric. In exaggerated movements matching the silky tones of Joel Cocker’s husky croon, she slid her skirt over her curvy hips, then stopped when it reached the top of her panties.
Jake swallowed hard then motioned wordlessly to her to remove it. She closed her eyes, her dark lashes fanned against her cheeks. Inch by inch, she eased it down over the silk of her panties letting it slide to the floor.
Jake’s chest tightened, choking off his breath. The skimpy “meant to entice” black bra and panties looked even more risque in concert with the wicked garter cinching her glorious thigh.
He murmured, “Not sure my heart can take it, darlin’, but that bra needs to go.”
She flushed a rosy pink and gnawed on her lower lip. Her smile was tenuous, but she tossed her head and slowly flicked the clasp on the front of the lacy structure. Just as it opened, she turned her back to him and let the bra slide to the floor.
He growled. “Look at me.”
In what seemed like a lifetime, she turned to face him. Without instruction, she lifted her beautiful breasts toward him, a luscious offering. Her soft pink nipples hardened to firm buds.
His command was more a rasp than a request.
“Touch them, Lexie. The way I did last night. Make your nipples hard for me.”
She started and her eyes widened. Her flush deepened. She closed her eyes for a spilt second as she grasped the sensitive nubs between her fingers and thumb.
Jake didn’t know whose groan was more intense, his or hers.
Not relying on his voice, he pointed soundlessly to her panties. Once again, she turned away from him, but this time she bent over at her waist, a challenging move that had him gripping the arms of the chair struggling to control his breath.
In that provocative position, Lexie eased the fabric over her curvy ass, giving him a full glimpse of soft round cheeks and the enticing crevice splitting them. Again without his instruction, she turned to face him. She slid the panties down her legs and daintily stepped out of them. When she stood upright, he gasped at the sight of her bare mound with a narrow landing strip of soft golden hair pointing the way to the treasure trove below. His breath nearly strangled him.
“Jesus God, Lexie. You…you are bare.”
She lifted her chin.
“An occupational necessity, Jake. You’ve seen the costumes we wear at
She held his gaze, then tossed the black lace panties to him. Jake caught them in one hand. With a low grunt, he held the damp lace to his face, breathing in deep. Inhaling the sweet spicy smell of her musk threatened his control. Lost in the heady fragrance, he looked up and choked at the sight.
