Page 41 of Single Dad's Second Chance

“What’s so special about her?”

“I can’t put my finger on it,” he admitted. “She wasgood. Really good. And something about her just impressed me. Drew me in.”

Because it’s me. Because you wantme.

I laughed, though, because if this were happening in any other circumstances, the irony of it would be hilarious. “Oh, come on. Anyone can dance.”

His responding smile was slow and sexy. “I like the wayyoudance.” He sat up, leaning with one hand behind him as he cupped my cheek and kissed me hard.

Then I’ll dance. For you.

Inching away from him, I kept my gaze locked on his blazing blue stare. I crawled back, getting off the bed. “Is that so?”

He nodded. Liquid heat swirled in his eyes as he reclined back on the bed, both hands on the mattress behind him.

I moved to an imagined tune in my mind, being careful not to use too many of the parts of my routines at Danger. As I began, he reached for his phone and used the app to lower the lights and turn on low music. It helped, since I’d never, ever done something like this for a man before. When I was on the stage, I numbed myself to simply feeling the beat and letting my body vent out my creative energy.

For Henry, here in the privacy of his room, I danced forhispleasure. I taunted and teased, stripping my clothes off as I went. Dragging my garments off felt like a slow agony, the caressof fabric tickling my skin. Then the burn of his stare on me heated me up faster in kind.

He remained still, breathing faster with his nostrils flaring as he watched it all. That big bulge grew beneath his shorts. His erection was more prominent as I stripped and danced. Already dark with desire, his gaze became tenser.

Need crackled between us, and it aroused me to the point I worried I wouldn’t last. I’d started this. I initiated this little game, but I wasn’t so sure I wouldn’t survive the torture of teasing us both.

Down to my panties and bra, I felt exposed and too covered at the same time. I wanted to feel him, skin to skin, and relish in the hard heat of his body sliding against mine. I wanted to experience the perfect union of his kisses with his mouth so hungry for a taste of me.

I crawled onto the bed, still dancing slowly. Before he could stop me completely with his hands, I turned over his lap. Straddling him, I ground back against him and moaned at the promise of pleasure his hard dick would give me. He was thick and solid, jutting up from beneath his clothes.

“Mia…” He kissed my shoulder as I slowed down in my gyrations on his lap. “Please.”

Hearing him beg for me was my undoing. With his arms wrapped around my waist, one of his hands coming up to cup my breast, I turned my face until I could kiss him. As he pressed up at me, thrusting his hips up so I could feel his need, I dropped my hand to unzip his shorts.

“Please what?” I teased between slow, drugging kisses.

He hissed as I reached for his thick cock and pulled it out.

“Please put me out of my misery.” He bared my breast, tugging the cup down so he could capture my nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

“Only if you put me out of mine, too,” I negotiated before kissing him again.

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HENRY

“You’re miserable?” I growled against her ear as she ground down on me.

I moved my hand over to tug down on her other bra cup. Her tit popped out, spilling into my hand, and I didn’t wait to hold and caress the generous mound. Not giving her a chance to answer, I quickly kissed her harder until she leaned back. Encouraging her to shift to her side gave me the opening I needed to twist.

As she leaned down, falling onto the bed, I maneuvered so I hovered over her. Kissing her as she lowered, I braced my weight over her with one hand on either side of her mostly bare body.

“Miserable in wanting you,” she replied breathily. She framed my face, kissing me back, until she lowered her hands to tug at my shirt.

“I’ve wanted you for so fucking long, Mia.” I reared back to pull my shirt off. Letting her get a long look at me, appreciation evident in her lusty stare on my chest, I crawled backward. I shoved my shorts and boxers down, stripping without the sexy grace she’d shown me in her little private dance. Before she could reach out for my dick, though, I inched backward until I gripped her panties.

She wasn’t idle. Arching her back up, she hurried to unclasp her bra. As soon as she did, she cupped her tits and played with her nipples, rubbing them with her thumbs. “I bet I’ve wanted you longer.”

I chuckled, a gritty, deep sound as I continued lower. Once I was on my knees, I dipped down to bring my face toward her pussy. Her legs were splayed open. She was bare for me, glistening with cream and all for my taking, but I pushed on her thighs to get her to widen more. I rubbed my thumb over an oval birthmark high on her leg, near her hip, looking forward to when I could kiss every bare inch of her slender, athletic body. The plans I had for this woman. The fantasies I looked forward to fulfilling. Forever wouldn’t be enough with her.

“Are we going to argue about who’s wanted the other longer?” I pressed a deep kiss to her entrance. “Or would you rather me do something else with my mouth?”

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