“Well?”
On the other hand, if he kept acting like a petulant child, Jasmine may quickly lose patience and leave. “You seem like a hard man to please,” she said, standing up and sauntering toward him, sure to sway her hips back and forth. “So demanding and always changing his mind.”
“I’m easy to please. Assuming you’re easy to please me. Then we’ll get along fine.”
“And what does a man like you need to be pleased?” Jasmine put her hands on her hips and cocked a sure grin. “I’m dying to know.”
Ethan looked both intrigued and disenchanted, as if a movie he always wanted to see played on TV but he was too distracted to pay attention. “Let’s start with what you keep underneath that dress. Maybe that will be enough in and of itself.”
Doubt it. It also screwed with Jasmine’s plans. She was going to get him to rip this dress off, damnit, but right now Ethan seemed interested in only lounging on the couch and staring at her figure. Fine. We’ll play your game. Jasmine plucked the thin strap of her dress between her fingers and lowered it over her shoulder. She had never worked as a stripper before, but it didn’t seem too hard.
Neither did Ethan, who sat like a total guy with his legs spread and arms reaching across the back of the couch. With such a great view of what he packed in his pants, Jasmine had hoped for a show of her own. “How much you want?”
He shrugged. “How much you gonna let me see?”
Jasmine reached behind her torso and searched for her damned zipper. She kept a fabulous poker face as she struggled to get that zipper down and toward her hips. “Let’s keep it simple to start with.” The top of her dress slipped off her arms and gathered around her waist, revealing the red, lacy bra she wore that night. The whole thing was transparent save for the front of the cups. Naturally. Ethan could see quite a bit of skin – it helped that Jasmine sprung for a push-up for her adventures in seduction – but not what he probably cared about most. “If this doesn’t do it for you, then I don’t know what will.” She dramatically moved her arms up and clutched her fingers behind her head. Ethan’s eyes went straight to the bounce in her bra, as planned. Even men like this are easy. She only hoped that the return would be as good.
Ethan studied her figure, but neither smiled nor frowned. “Lovely. Let me see them.”
He probably thought she was going to unsnap her bra and rip it off. That was so passé. Besides, the longer it took Jasmine to take off her bra and show him the goods, the more time she had to think about what she was doing. No big deal, just flashing my boobs at some random guy I met tonight! She had to suppress a nervous giggle as she grabbed her own chest and yanked down the front of her bra. Damn the air felt cold against her nipples!
Maybe that was in her favor, though. Especially with Ethan’s brows going up – and hopefully those weren’t the only things going up! “Very nice,” he said, voice cracking. “I can now see where you get your confidence from.”
Jasmine stepped forward, pleased that Ethan struggled to make eye contact with her. When you’ve got it, use it. Her goal was to get this man in bed. The more he stared at her chest, the more the odds were in her favor. “Now tell me more about these tastes of yours.”
“Might be better if we start with tasting something else.” Ethan snatched her wrist and brought her down to his level. Knees buckling, Jasmine tripped on one of her heels and sank to the carpet. She thought she would embarrass herself by hitting the floor in one motion, but Ethan sat up and kept her propped against his legs. Before she knew it, he had kissed her lips with no hesitation.
That cologne filled her nostrils before his tongue filled her mouth. She didn’t know what she was expecting, but the sheer power within his kiss sent her reeling, falling backward into his encompassing arms as they awkwardly sat, Ethan’s hands clutching her bare shoulders as his lips entangled with hers.
Shit, shit! Alarms sounded in Jasmine’s head. Alarms that begged her to throw herself in Ethan’s arms and take what she could get. Right there on the couch? Perfect. Falling to the floor, his hips sliding between hers? Exquisite. The man could throw her against the arm of the couch and take her from behind for all she cared! Especially when his lips finally meandered from hers and searched her throat for something. Maybe nirvana. Either way, her skin would be bruised in the morning from how wickedly he taunted her flesh.
His breath trailed from throat to ear, a devilish grin on that chiseled face. “Your nipples are harder now than before I kissed you. Something you want to share?”