No Strings__ - By Janelle Denison Page 0,41
she told him, indicating the other desk chair she’d positioned there.
Her request ramped up his curiosity another level as he walked around to the side of the bed. Withdrawing three foil packets from his slacks’ pocket, he set them on the nightstand and flashed her one of his charming smiles. “I’m hoping we’ll be needing these at some point tonight.”
A flirtatious smile touched the corner of her mouth. “Maybe. If you’re lucky.”
Oh, he was feeling extremely lucky tonight. He sat down, stretching his legs out in front of him, and clasped his hands over his stomach. He watched as she strolled back to the dresser, touched her iPod, and Kings of Leon’s song, “Sex On Fire,” started to play.
She slowly made her way back to him, her hips moving rhythmically, while every step she took allowed him a glimpse of creamy bare thigh peeking from the front opening of her robe. Oh-so-slowly, she tugged on the silky belt, letting the material part gradually as she performed a riveting striptease just for him. In time, she shrugged her shoulders and the robe fluttered to the floor at her feet, leaving her standing in front of him in a black lace bra, matching panties and those do-me heels.
It was all he could do to keep from grabbing her and pulling her onto his lap for a more private, intimate kind of dance.
Her fingers slid the straps of her bra down to her elbows, exposing the top swells of her breasts as she reached behind her and unhooked the closure. She straightened her arms, and the lacy fabric joined her robe on the floor, her firm, full breasts on glorious display.
He shifted in his seat as heat and arousal pumped through him, hardening his cock in a flash. The growing bulge in his pants didn’t escape her notice, and when she licked her lips, he felt it all the way to his groin.
Christ, she was killing him...in the best way possible.
Closing her eyes, she lifted her arms above her head and started dancing provocatively for him—so confident, sexy and gorgeous. Candlelight flickered across her bare skin, caressing her breasts with a golden warmth as her entire body shimmied and her hips gyrated in time to the music, her every move sinuous and mesmerizing.
And then she began touching herself...
Her fingers threaded through her long, silky brown hair, then leisurely trailed along her throat. He bit back a groan as her hands cupped her breasts, lifting and playing with them, kneading the hard nipples until her lips parted with a soft gasp of pleasure that resonated through him.
Her lashes fluttered back open, and she stared at him, a wicked smile on her lips as her hands continued downward, skimming lightly, playfully, over her flat belly. Slender fingers dipped beneath the waistband of her panties, slid between her thighs and pressed inward. A deep breath shuddered out of her, leaving no doubt in his mind that those fingers were buried in the slick, wet heat of her own arousal. Right where he wanted to be.
Her eyes darkened with desire. “Remember that fantasy you told me about on the plane?”
As if he could forget revealing his biggest turn-on. “Watching a woman pleasure herself,” he said.
She withdrew her hand and hooked her thumbs into the sides of her panties, pushing them down her legs and off, so that she was now completely naked. Then she stepped out of her high heels and sat down on the bed directly in front of him, legs together.
God, she was gorgeous, and so damn sexy she stole his sanity and nearly obliterated his self-control. Her rich, dark hair cascaded over her shoulders to her breasts, her taut nipples peeking out through the silky strands. Her skin was flushed from her striptease, her eyes dilated with the kind of carnal lust that speared straight to his aching cock.
“I want to be that fantasy for you,” she said huskily. “Tell me what you want me to do.”
Her irresistible offer stunned him, and made him realize just how much thought she’d put into tonight’s rendezvous. No other woman had ever been so uninhibited just for him, and he was glad that Chloe was going to be the one to fulfill this secret fantasy of his.
“Spread your legs and touch yourself,” he said, his voice a low, growling demand. “Show me what makes you hot and wet.”
“You do,” she whispered as her thighs parted wide, giving him the unobstructed view he wanted.
He liked her answer, liked