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waist. Then, the beat of the music a metronome to time her movements,
she walked her fingers across his chest, between the buttons of his shirt,
to stroke at his warm skin. At the same time, her hips moved in an
advance and retreat strategy designed to entice him into a sexual frenzy.
Well, that was the general idea anyway.
When he least expected it, she dragged her hands down and knocked
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against the belt of his trousers before moving lower. Her palms glided
over his hipbones, fingers angled inwards so they just brushed against
the bulge in his trousers. The husky groan that rippled from his throat
was reward enough.
He reached down to grasp her questing fingers, but she eluded his
touch, broke away and twirled around in front of him. Their gazes
connected and she kept him pinned there on the spot as she thrust her
hips to first one side and then the other. At the same time, she kept up a
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constant caress of his chest, only dancing away when he tried to reach
for her.
Tease me, will he? Hah, let him get a taste of this.
She continued to taunt, to raise the tension between them until the
set of music ended. When the D.J. finally announced a break, she was
glad. Her breathing was fragmented. Her chest heaved so much, it was a
wonder her breasts didn t escape the abbreviated top.
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Okay, they weren t that big, but they sure kept Riley s gaze busy. She
grinned as she reached for his hand and tugged him toward their booth.
Like a tame puppy dog, he trailed after her without a word. Maybe he
was having trouble breathing, too.
Lord, she could drink a river dry right about now. She ran her tongue
along her lips. As they reached their table, she turned and rested her
hands against Riley s chest as she tried to catch her breath.
Ohhh, she said in a husky voice as she dragged in the scent of his
aftershave, I really, really need a quick fuck after that.
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Riley s thought processes ground to an abrupt halt. He tried to
swallow, but his throat felt like it was sealed shut. He gave it another
shot, downed the lump lodged in the back of his mouth and dragged in a
shaky breath.
Quick fuck?
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Did she say quick& ? He shook his head. Damn, only twenty-nine
and old age was already catching up with him. Didn t they say hearing
was the first of the senses to go? He must have heard her wrong.
He might have misunderstood, but his old John Henry figured he had
it right. His lower body throbbed, his erection straining against his
trousers for release. Fucking hell, this woman sure knows how to push my
buttons.
All that wild dancing had left Beth-Ann s skin dewed with
perspiration. The slinky top clung to her chest and left nothing to the
imagination. She might have small breasts, but she had the most
prominent nipples he d ever seen. So okay, he hadn t seen them yet, but
wet tee shirts and clingy black tops didn t exactly hide them from view. A
guy with a good imagination wouldn t have any problem visualizing the
real thing.
At the moment, the tips were hard little nuggets that pushed against
the damp fabric of her top. He could even see the ridged outline of her
areoles. Oh, boy, overload here.
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On a tide of sexual hunger, he let his hand follow where his thoughts
had led him. In a moment of total clarity, he acknowledged the tremor in
his fingers as he reached out and used the tip of his pinky to trace that
telltale outline.
She sucked in a sharp breath, but didn t turn away or smack him
one in the face, which is what he deserved for attempting this in plain
view.
It wasn t really open to any passing voyeurs. This part of the club was
mostly in shadow, although the odd flicker of spinning red light flashed
across Beth-Ann s face and created a bizarre pattern. He had a sudden
desire to see her naked body clothed in the same spirals of color.
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