Straightening, she took his glass and set it on the floor, then slipped her hand into her pocket and withdrew two silk scarves.
“What’re those for?” he asked, eyeing the material with interest.
“Remember how I said you need to keep your hands to yourself and allow a girl to pay her debts? Well, this is to ensure that you do just that.” She looped the length of silk through the arm of the chair.
“You’re going to tie me?”
“If that’s okay.” Her gaze wandered down his body in a full-blown ogle. Then she met his eyes. “Unless you want me to stop?”
“Hell, no. But you know I’ll be paying you back for this.”
She smiled. “I’ll look forward to that.” When she finished securing his hands to the chair’s arms, she stepped back until two feet separated them. “Ready?”
“Oh, yeah. I have a feeling I’m going to like this.”
She untied the robe’s sash then slowly slid the garment from her shoulders and tossed it aside. His hot gaze skimmed slowly down from her loose hair, over her black lace bra and panties, to her high heels then back up again.
“Oh, yeah,” he said, his voice a hoarse rasp. “I’m definitely going to like this. Striptease?”
“Lap dance.”
His gaze heated from hot to smoldering. “Wow. Guess you read my letter to Santa.”
“Maybe.” She bent at the waist, set her hands on her knees, then slowly dragged her palms upward. “Have you been naughty or nice?”
“A little of both…”
His voice trailed off when she skimmed her fingertips over her breasts.
He cleared his throat. “Good thing you tied me. But I’m not sure these skimpy scarves are going to do the trick.”
“I double-knotted them.” Keeping her movements tantalizingly slow, she spread her feet, arched her back and drew leisurely circles with her hips. Then she slowly bent her knees and gradually ground down, then back up, her arms moving sinuously, hands sifting through her hair, gaze never leaving his. Based on the stark, raw hunger flaming in his eyes, there was no doubt he liked what he saw.
“Where the hell did you learn to move like that?” he asked, his eyes riveted on her undulating hips.
“I bought a DVD-Lap Dancing for Your Lover.”
“You mean you’ve been practicing this?”
Another slow downward grind. “For weeks.”
“Weeks? And I’ve missed the practice sessions? No freakin’ fair.”
She wet her index finger with her tongue, loving the intensity of his attention, then dragged the moist tip along the lacy edge of her bra and was rewarded with a deep groan. Keeping her hips circling and her gaze locked on him, she slowly turned until she faced away from him. With her legs straight, she bent forward slightly and shot him a flirtatious look over her shoulder while lightly stroking her bottom. He groaned again, and shifted in his seat. His erection pressed against his robe and she realized she found this as arousing as he did. Certainly the naked hunger glittering in his eyes encouraged her to see just how hot she could get him. The thought of the benefits she’d reap- that they’d both reap-clenched desire low in her belly.
Keeping her movements torturously slow, she spread her legs then bent lower, until her bottom pointed directly at him. Watching him over her shoulder, she cocked one knee to the side, straightened her other leg, then glided her fingertips up the back of her straight leg. When she reached her bottom, she gave it a smart slap then puckered her lips and blew him a saucy kiss.
“Come here,” he growled.
“Oh, no. A shortcut never leads to anywhere worth going.”
“Yeah, but I may explode before we get there.”
“Aren’t you enjoying the show?” she asked in a throaty purr as she lazily repeated her last move on the other leg.
“Are you kidding? I’m so hard I’ll probably never walk again.”
“Hmmm…yes, you’re looking rather…tense.”
He strained against the ties binding him and lifted his hips. His robe separated, revealing the hard jut of his erection. “There’s no ‘rather’ about it.”
Her gaze drifted over him and heat sizzled along her every nerve ending. “Spread your legs,” she whispered over her shoulder.
With his eyes all but breathing smoke, he obeyed. She straightened, and with hips circling, moved backward until her legs hit the edge of the chair. Keeping her back straight, she bent her knees, rested her hands on his thighs then lowered herself until his erection was nestled against her bottom. Then she slowly rotated her hips.
“Jess…” His voice was a ragged moan. She felt his muscles tense and his rapid breathing warmed the back of her neck. Then he leaned forward and pressed his hot mouth against her nape. “You’re driving me out of my mind.”
Tingles skittered down her spine from his lips against her sensitive skin. She changed her hip movement to a forward-back rocking motion that drew a groan from both of them.
“I can feel your heat,” he whispered against her neck. “God…you’re wet. You’re as turned on as I am.”
“Let’s see how much hotter we can get.”
“Any hotter and I’m going to spontaneously combust.”
“Then you’ll miss the best part of the show.”
His teeth grazed the top of her shoulder. “God knows I don’t want to do that. Bring it on, sweetheart. But if I go up in flames, it’s all your fault.”
“Noted.” She straightened, then with an undulating sway, turned to face him. The fire burning in his eyes singed her, pooling more heat in her belly. His hands were clenched, his knuckles white, his breathing labored, his muscles clearly tight with expectation of what she’d do next. Heat seemed to pump off him like steam. Having him so utterly at her mercy, being so completely in control, and seeing how profoundly it affected him was…potent.
Keeping her legs straight, she leaned forward and gripped the back of the chair on either side of his head, caging him in. She then arched forward and brushed her breasts across his face.
He sucked in a sharp breath that exhaled as a growl. Setting a knee on the chair between his legs, she leaned down and slowly traced the outside of his ear with the tip of her tongue. He buried his lips in her cleavage and drew a deep breath. “God, you smell so damn good. Feel so damn good.” His tongue flicked over her half-exposed nipple and her womb clenched. “Taste so damn good.”
She continued to tease him, brushing her breasts over his face, circling her nipples around his mouth, nibbling on his earlobe, brushing her tongue over his bottom lip then gently sucking it into her mouth, all while her knee applied a gently rotating pressure against the base of his erection. His breathing quickened into a series of jagged pants and he lifted his hips and thrust against her knee. “I’m dangerously close to begging,” he warned.
She slowly backed off, her own breathing unsteady. With her gaze fused on his glazed eyes, she untied his robe’s sash and spread the white terry cloth wide. Anticipation pulsed through her at the sight of his rippled abs and that straining erection jutting halfway up his taut stomach. A single drop of pearly fluid glistened on the engorged head of his penis and with a single fingertip she spread the bead of moisture over him. Dropping his head back, he looked at her through half-closed eyes and rolled his hips toward her, seeking more.
She immediately backed off, and forcing herself to keep her movements leisurely and sinuous, she reached behind her to unhook her bra. After she’d let it fall to the floor, she cupped her breasts, reveling in his smoky gaze, his rapt attention. She tugged on her taut nipples then skimmed her hands down her torso. Hooking her fingers beneath her lace panties, she shimmied them down her legs then kicked the bit of material aside and slowly stood, running her hands leisurely upward.
With an animallike growl, he spread his legs wider and slowly thrust upward. Her womb clenched in response and she walked back toward him.
“Untie me.” His voice was low, rough.
She shook her head, and eyes steady on his, leaned forward to grip his tense shoulders then carefully set her knees on the wide seat on either side of his thighs. He instantly leaned forward and drew her nipple into his mouth.
