Page 60 of Chasing the Wild
My eyelashes flutter. I’m recreating in my mind all the times I observed this exact scene play out while I poured drinks for hour upon hour. “No,” I admit, “But I learned a thing or two watching the other girls who did perform.”
There’s a flicker of relief in the hard lines of his face, only for the briefest moment, before it vanishes and is once again replaced with a stern glare.
“You should go back to bed. You’re going to freeze wearing only that.”
I reach for the gun and try to gently move it off his lap. Hoping to god he’s not going to turn it on me and march me out of here for taking things this far.
“I’m warm enough.” It’s the truth. Right now, my skin feels like it’s burning up.
Colt’s fingers tense around the barrel of the shotgun before I can lift it. “We can’t do this, baby.” His voice drops to a whisper. Even though he’s saying one thing—those words laced with grit and sex and in that deep voice I dream about—he leans over to place the gun on the floor beside the chair.
I swallow heavily, plucking up even more courage at that tiny indication that he’s joining me in this game.
“Nothing is going to happen. Just pretend with me… this is exactly how it would be if you walked into a random bar one night when I was working. Imagine we’re just two strangers. Imagine what it would be like if you paid for a private dance.”
He tenses up instantly. “I’d fucking drag you out of there.”
There’s a coy smile that dances on my lips. I devour the way he’s so possessive, his hair all tousled around his face, his jaw flexing.
“Ah, but you can’t.” I tease. “Remember, the clients aren’t allowed to touch. You’re only allowed to look.”
“That’s a big goddamn ask.” Based on the way his eyes keep flicking up to where his hat rests on my head, then back down to my bare thighs before fixing on my mouth, this is almost too much for him.
Well, fuck. It feels nearly too much for me, too, but I can’t walk away from him. Not tonight.
“It’s ok. We don’t have to do anything else, but this.”
He sucks in a ragged breath as I hook my arms around the back of his neck, and ease forward to straddle his lap. Everything feels so heightened, from the scratch of his jeans against my skin, to the heat radiating off his chest, to the scent of him that I want to nuzzle into.
“Jesus. Layla.” He’s looking down at the spot where my shirt has ridden up, exposing my soft thighs and lace covered pussy. One hand scrubs over his mouth as his gaze bounces back to meet mine.
“I love it when you look at me, Daddy.”
A storm explodes in his eyes.
“Do you like it when I call you that?”
“Fuuuuck.” He groans and tips his head back. Giving me a long, hooded stare that makes my clit throb. “I don’t want to say.”
I nibble on my lip, and let my fingers run through the short hairs on the back of his neck. “You’re so sexy when you make that noise.”
We’re both breathing heavily in the darkness, and desire blooms the longer I spend straddling him. My pussy is soaked, resting above the bulge in his jeans. Beneath me, he’s rock hard, and it would only take the smallest, teensiest roll of my hips to give my body the friction it begs for.
“God, I want to fuck you so bad. I want to be buried inside your cunt this entire winter.”
My teeth catch my bottom lip as a whimper escapes me. Sweet Jesus, this man can talk dirty and I’m going to be putty in his hands knowing that’s what he’s keeping hidden away behind his broody exterior.
“Is this what you’re wearing all the time underneath your jeans out on the ranch? These slutty little knee-high socks?”
“Maybe.” Cocking my head to one side, I study him for a long moment and then lean forward until my aching nipples brush against his chest, lips ghosting against his ear. “Or maybe not, and I like knowing you’ll be asking yourself that question every time you watch me work.”
He curses under his breath.
God, my pulse is flying with the headiness of being this close to him. Pulling back, I peek at him from beneath a curtain of lashes. “Should I leave them on?”
“Yes.” His gruff command makes me shiver.
“What else do you want?”
