any coffee.”
“I don’t mean in coffee. I mean, try on me.”
“Try on you?”
“On me,” she said, tugging her sweater over her head, getting down to business before he could do anything else sweet and disarming.
Underneath her sweater, she wore a purple-and-black lace bra that she absolutely was not going to taint with flavored syrup. She reached behind her back and unfastened the clasp, then let the bra fall to the floor.
Drew’s gaze was fixed on her bare chest now, his mouth slightly agape. “I’m sure you taste fine without syrup,” he said, sounding distracted.
“I do, but that’s beside the point.” She unzipped her skirt and slid it down her hips, taking her time, wriggling around enough to put on a proper strip show.
Now there were just her boots and her panties, which had matched her bra but which were also pointless in the face of flavored syrups. She hooked her thumbs on each side and slowly tugged them off an inch at a time. The boots could stay. They might not have been practical, but they were great for effect.
Drew’s gaze had dropped lower, was pinned now on the apex of her legs. “You’ve got an amazing body,” he said.
He was being overly generous. She had an okay body and a better-than-average sense of self-confidence. She’d learned long ago that men could be pretty well impressed by any woman who stood tall and acted proud of what she had, regardless of her imperfections. And one of the most important things stripping had taught her, surprisingly, was that self-confidence was the sexiest attribute a woman could have.
“Thanks,” she said, going for the bottle of raspberry syrup.
She unscrewed the top and climbed up on the counter, then straddled Drew, who was sitting on a bar stool. When her breasts were mere inches from his mouth, she tilted the syrup bottle over them and let the liquid drip onto one nipple, then the other.
A whoosh of breath expelled from Drew’s chest. “Damn it, woman…”
It was the first time she’d heard him use profanity.
“You don’t like raspberry?”
“I love it,” he whispered, then took one of her nipples into his mouth and began to suck.
Warm fuzzies spread from her breasts to her crotch, as Drew’s hands traveled up her inner thighs. Say what you wanted about his fashion sense, but the man had a way with his hands. His touch, so appreciative and undemanding, left her feeling like a sex goddess, like a woman made for pleasure.
He licked the syrup from her breasts, then moved his kiss to her mouth, standing up from the bar stool and sending it crashing to the floor behind him. He tasted like hot, sweet raspberries, and Cass, with all her smart-ass attitude, couldn’t think of any place she’d rather be than in his arms right then, syrupy sweet as it was.
He pulled her against him and pressed his erection between her legs, rocking his hips lightly and stimulating her where it counted.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked, all tenderness and retro charm again.
She realized then that Drew wasn’t really an all-out nerd so much as he was a brainy, old-fashioned guy. But old-fashioned guys needed to get laid, too, right?
“Of course I’m sure. You have protection?”
“Yeah,” he said, then pulled out his wallet and produced a condom. They’d probably need more than one, but she had a stash in her bathroom for later.
His glasses were all steamed up. “Can you see without these?” she said as she removed them.
“Everything’s a little blurry.”
Good, then he wouldn’t notice the tiny flaws that continued to appear on her body the older she got and the longer she spent away from the stage. She set his glasses aside and started unbuttoning his shirt.
He had a nice chest, smooth and kind of firm, with flat pink nipples, and his belly, while it was certainly no six-pack, had its own masculine appeal. There was no way to explain what was so damn attractive about Drew, and she’d be interested to see if she was still as hot for him after they got it on as she was now. Was his appeal hormone-induced or lasting?
It didn’t really matter, though. Because she had to remember, this was sex for sex’s sake.
She opened the fly of his pants and pushed aside his briefs—tighty whities, just as she would have guessed—to find his hard cock waiting for her. Now here was a part of Drew no woman could argue the appeal of. He was thick