“You have to have lucky sex with me before each game or I could be jinxed.” He popped the buttons closing the dress over her breasts. “I know you want to do the right thing.”
“Take one for the team?” She pulled the tails of his shirt from his waistband.
“It’s your turn.”
“Yeah, but what if…” she raised one hand. “And I’m not saying this is going to happen, but what if we have sex and you lose? Then you’re not lucky.”
He looked up from the frog buttons as if he hadn’t thought of that. “Honey, having sex with you makes me one lucky son of a bitch.”
“Thank you. I think.”
He shrugged and continued with the buttons. “If we lose, it just means that someone else on the team fucked up. Not our fault. We did our part.”
She laughed. “And we have to do ‘our part’ before each game?”
He nodded. “At least once.” He pushed the dress down her arms and it pooled at her feet.
She pushed at his chest as she took a step back and kicked her dress aside. “Don’t go anywhere.” Wearing nothing but her black lace bra, matching thong, and red Valentino pumps, she left the room, only to return a moment later with an armless vanity chair. She set it in the middle of the room and said, “Sit down, Mr. Savage.”
“What are you planning?”
“My part to make sure the captain of my hockey team isn’t jinxed.” She walked to the sound system and tuned the radio to a hard rock station. A perennial favorite of every strip club across the country poured from the speakers. Faith had danced to “Pour Some Sugar on Me” more times than she could recall. This time, she didn’t have to slip into character. She wanted to please him and herself. She wanted to spin his head around and leaving him gasping for breath. Just as he’d done to her. She turned to look across the room at Ty, still standing by the chair, watching her.
“I told you to sit.” She ran one hand behind her neck and lifted her hair as she slid her other hand across her stomach. It had been years since she’d danced for a man, but she hadn’t forgotten. She moved toward him,
His gaze slid down her body, stopping at her hands before continuing to her feet. “I like the shoes.”
“Thank you.”
“There are no rules,” he said as he sat.
A sexy smile touched her lips. “No touching,” she informed him as her fingers slid upward and she cupped her breasts. “I can touch you. You can’t touch me.”
His brilliant blue eyes stared up at her. “Ah. Those rules.”
She grinned as she walked around him, trailing a hand across his shoulders. From behind, she leaned forward and ran her hands down his chest. “I’m hot. Sticky sweet,” she whispered along with the words of the song into his ear. “From my head, to my feet.” She continued around him, then straddled his lap, facing him.
He ran his hands up the backs of her legs to her bare behind and pressed his face into her cleavage.
“No touching,” she reminded him and removed his hands from her behind. She sat with the skimpy crotch of her G-string inches away from the zipper of his pants. She ran her hands over his chest, rocking her hips, coming close to touching the bulge in the front of his pants, but always pulling back.
He groaned deep in his chest and sucked in an agonizing breath. “Touch me, Faith.”
“I am.”
“Lower.”
Instead of doing as he asked, she stood and teased him with her hands and body. She took off his tie and shirt and rubbed against him, turning up the heat and turning them both on, her hard nipples grazing his chest through the thin lace of her bra.
He reached for her and she danced out of his grasp. “This is killing me,” he said, his voice a lusty gravel. “Come slide your little hand into my pants, and I’ll slide my hand into yours.”
“That’s real tempting, but I’m pretty sure that’s against the rules.” She turned with her back to him and sat, grinding her bare behind into him. His palms slipped up her back and he unhooked her bra.
“That’s definitely against the rules.”
“Fuck the rules.” He kissed her spine and slid his hand up her stomach to cover her naked breasts. “We don’t play by the rules.”
Chapter 17
You’d be surprised at the number of men who slipped their number in my G-string.”
Ty wouldn’t be surprised at all. Faith lay with her head on his bare chest, brushing her fingers across his stomach. The tips of her short nails spread fire to his belly and groin and if he had the time, he’d make love to her again. If he had time, he’d damn sure have her dance for him again. She’d been beautiful and erotic and he’d loved it. “Did you call any of them?”
She looked up at him and rolled her eyes. “Sure. Like I would ever date a man I met in a strip club.”
“I’ve hung out in a strip club a time or two.”
“I’m not surprised. Strip clubs attract jocks and musicians like ants to a picnic.”
“I haven’t been in a few years,” he defended himself, although he wasn’t quite sure why he felt the need to. He ran his hand down the smooth skin of her back. “My father still loves the strippers.”
“Which explains his attraction to my mother.”
“Your mother was a stripper?” Again, no big surprise.
“Yep. She was a stripper and sometimes a cocktail waitress.”
“Sounds like she worked hard.”
“She did. She played hard too. I was alone a lot.”
“Where is your father?” She rubbed her foot on the inside of his calf and came dangerously close to kneeing him in the nuts.
“I haven’t seen him since I was little.”
He rolled her onto her back and looked down into her face. “You’ve never tried to find him?”
“Why? He didn’t want to know me. Why would I want to know him?”
Good point.
She pushed a piece of blonde hair from her face. “What about your mother?”
He fell onto his back and looked up at the ceiling. He didn’t like to talk about his mother. “What about her?”
“Where does she live?”
“She died about five years ago.”
“I’m sorry.”
He looked across the pillow at her. “Don’t be.
She wasn’t.” He ran his gaze across her beautiful face. Her green eyes and long lashes. Her perfect nose and the bow of her full pink lips. “My father has always said that she was crazy, but that’s because he never tried to understand her.”
She turned on her side. “Did you?”
He shrugged. “She was very emotional. Laughing one minute, crying the next. She never got over the divorce, and I don’t think she had a real interest in living after that.”
“When did your parents divorce?”
“I was ten.”
She looked into his face and her smile was sad when she said, “I think my mother was on her third divorce when I was ten. I used to ride my bike to dance classes at the Y so that I didn’t have to think about it.”
