“Easton, did you hear me?” she demanded when she entered the room.
He faced the door, her bag tossed aside. “I would have liked to peel that dress off you.”
The words stole her voice.
“Come here.”
She hesitated and then strode over to him. Inches from touching, he held up his hand, and she halted.
“You said you dance.”
Her eyes widened. “Easton, it’s late and—”
“Your shop is closed tomorrow.”
“How did you know that?”
He ignored the question. “I want you to dance for me.”
She didn’t move, and he walked over to a stereo system she hadn’t noticed the last time she visited his home. “Is that new?”
He switched it on, and sensual tones filled the air. “It would have been nice if you still wore the dress, but I think I will like it better if you strip as you move.”
“I’m not…”
“If you please me, I will fulfill your every fantasy and send you home more than satisfied.”
How could she turn down that offer? She recalled how he’d worn her body out and the way he’d been attentive to her needs, bringing her to multiple orgasms. Pleasing Easton meant giving herself pleasure. Besides, she hadn’t danced in this way for a man before. Sure, she could rock to a beat, but seduce with movement? That remained to be seen.
He backed up to the bed and sat down, his hot gaze on her. She removed her coat and tossed it on a chair. Then came her heeled boots. They were sexy but not in the way she needed once her clothes fell to the floor. Barefoot, she began a sensual sway and ran her hands over her body. Easton’s eyelids drooped until they were almost fully closed. He never took his attention away from her.
She ran her hands across her belly, lifting her blouse a little to give him a flash of her navel. With a little pressure, the button to her pants gave, and she rocked her hips as she pushed a hand inside. She bit her bottom lip at his intake of breath. All of a sudden, she realized it didn’t matter that she wasn’t a professional, but that men loved to watch.
She spun on the balls of her feet so that her back was to him and then hooked thumbs in her jeans. She stuck her ass out and lowered her jeans over her hips. A peek at her thong, and then she hid it away. She faced him again and began undoing the buttons on her blouse one at a time. Easton’s eyes seemed to glitter in the dim lighting, and the front of his pants had already tented. A sense of power came over her. Leaning back onto one elbow was a powerful, rich man, sexy as hell, and she had him at her mercy. If she decided to walk out of the room and go home, he would feel the pain of her loss.
Realizing she’d forgotten to let her hair down, she left her blouse hanging open and reached up to remove one pin at a time. She spun toward the dresser and dropped off the pins before running her fingers through her hair, letting the locks cover part of her face. She released her hair, knowing it now had the wild look of a woman who had just been fucked, and then peered over at him. Pouting lips and a finger between them to suck had his Adam’s apple bobbing. She was loving this idea.
At last, all her clothes lay on the floor except for her thong. She kept that on, and Easton focused on her bare breasts. She danced over and stood before him. “Do I get a reward, Daddy?”
He swore. “You get whatever you want!” A hand snaked out, and he dragged her down on the bed. His quick flip landed her on her back and him above, crushing her into the mattress. He kneed her legs apart and braced a thigh against her pussy. Only then did she realize how wet she was.
“Easton.”
“Say it again,” he demanded. “Say my name again like you want me inside you.”
Breathless, she did as he asked, and moaned when he rose up to run a hand over her belly. He paused at her navel and bent his head to stick his tongue into the tiny hole. She squirmed to keep her hips grounded. He splayed fingers lower and pressed the heel of his palm to her mons. Fingers curved over the band of her thong.
“You smell so good. I want to eat you.”
She shuddered. He fingered the thong aside to examine her pussy.
“So wet,” he murmured. “Look at it drip down for me.”
He met her gaze. She wanted to beg him to stop messing around and just get naked, but she remained quiet. Easton would not be rushed.
“I was thinking of something.”
Less talk, damn it.
“I want to go coverless with you.”
She gasped.
He brushed a finger along her swollen lips and brought it up moist with her juices. If he licked it, he would kill her, she decided. Instead, he coated her clit. Still, her teeth chattered, and she shut her eyes.