Burned(21)

“A singing play? Sounds like a bad version of karaoke to me.”

“It would be.” She smiled and hit play. She chose Reba this time, acting out the lines she could. Gyrating suggestively to the ones she couldn’t.

“But it would be fun and funny.” She winked as she sang about not being able to think straight when he held her.

He understood that. He wasn’t so sure he could agree with the lyric about not doing something he’d regret.

As she sang, belting out the high notes and caressing the low ones, she sashayed back to him. She seemed to be sashaying a lot tonight. When she got to him, she circled him like she had before. Touching and brushing his body when she was behind him. When she was in front of him though…

In front of him, she was touching and caressing herself. Her hips swayed from side to side with a saucy roll mid-move. She cupped her breasts, rubbed her palms over the swells in an upward motion that had her blouse rising.

“I’ll give you something to miss.”

As if her words weren’t enough, as if her fondling herself wasn’t enough, she moved closer. Mischief and pure delight prowled in her eyes as she bent her knees and began lowering herself.

She hiked her skirt enough that her left leg could straddle his right one. She flattened her hands on his hips and ran them down his legs, grazing the sides of his cock with her thumbs. His hips jerked forward, eager for her to strip him and suck him like she had the other morning.

Then she worked her way back up his body, so close, the warmth of her breath as she sang penetrated denim and cotton.

If her story was about how she got him to disgrace himself, fully clothed in his bar, she would win.

She lowered her voice on the closing lines of the song, whispering that she’d leave him with a passionate kiss, giving him something to miss.

The woman was good at her games, but so was he.

Physical need washed logic out to sea until avoidance was impossible. Vic made him feel things he hadn’t felt in—ever. Things he probably should have felt for his wife, or the woman he had almost married, but hadn’t. She knew what made him tick, and obviously the knowledge didn’t end with their friendship.

Swaying to a tune playing only in his head, Hauk held Vic close and moved her into a dance. She flattened her hands on his chest, looking up at him. He settled his onto her hips, memorizing the sensation of the rise and fall of each step she took. Their bodies blended and flowed together more fluidly than perfectly paired liquors. The perfect partner, she followed his every lead.

Ready to lead her down a new path, Hauk squeezed her a little closer with one hand. With the other, he lowered the zipper on her skirt. “You shouldn’t dress like this in here.”

“Why?” She tilted her head to one side and flicked open a button on his shirt. “Don’t you like it?”

“There are more tourists than normal this time of year.” He nudged the skirt over her hips and let it fall to the floor. “You could attract the wrong kind of attention.”

“Are you the wrong kind of attention, Hauk?” She released another button and hummed. “Because you were my goal.”

Still swaying, he grabbed the bottom of her top and pulled it over her head. Braless, her breasts stood alert, ready for attention. He bent to kiss one and then the other, lingering only a moment on either. “I could be.”

“Well—” she tugged his shirt over his head, “—I think I like this kind of wrong.” She popped the button on his jeans.

He toed off his shoes, pushed her thong down. While she worked his jeans, he slipped a hand between her thighs, swiped a finger along her wet lips. Chuckling, he flicked her clit. “Clearly.”

She rolled her hips, rubbing herself more fully on his finger. Her hands trembled as she shoved his jeans and boxers to the floor.

Naked, save for his socks and her heels, they moved in a fondling dance, teasing each other mercilessly with quick swipes and flicks of fingers. They exploited every tender, erotic point they’d previously discovered on each other. He found a couple new ones for her.

His favorite was discovering that a single finger run left to right across her lower back had her arching against him. Right to left did nothing. Left to right, though. Every time he repeated the swipe, she half-bucked against him.

He grinned. It stretched his face to the point that his cheek muscles stretched and he could feel the corners of his eyes pinch tight. The power of a single touch, the ability to drive her crazy with want, filled him with…unfettered glee. It was such a foreign sensation for him, such a departure from the seriousness he always felt, but other than recognizing it as something he’d seen in Sophie, he had no other explanation for it. Vic had a way of releasing him from duty.