A Blazing Little Christmas(22)

“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.”