“I can’t do that!” she whined as her hands dropped to the bed. “My body does not move that way.”
Shit, this was more fun than he’d thought it’d be. “Babe,” he said, dancing close to her. “I’m intimately acquainted with how well those hips can move and trust me, you have no problem workin’ ’em.”
“Whew.” She fanned herself. “Why’s it so warm in here.”
He winked. “So, we’re loose, and our hips are poppin’, now we’re gonna move.” He spun and shuffled around the room, letting the music take him as it always did. This was his happy place. “You’re not a tree rooted to the ground; let yourself travel.”
The song switched over, another hip-hop beat changing his moves a bit.
“How’d you learn to do this? It seems to come so effortlessly to you.”
He executed a move that took him to the ground and had him twerking his ass. Mak laughed and whooped. Now she was loosening up and getting into the fun of it. “Some of it comes naturally. I’ve always loved it. It was an escape for me as a kid. When shit got fucked up, I’d get angry sometimes. Slapping on some headphones and dancing gave me an outlet for energy that could turn ugly otherwise.”
She tilted her head. “It’s hard to imagine you angry. You always seem so…light.”
“Been getting laid a lot lately. There’s this sexy waitress at the diner who can’t keep her hands off me.”
Mak laughed. “True.”
Time to kick this show into high gear. He danced closer to her, dipping his hips into a sensual sway as the music slowed. As he drew close, he widened his legs until he basically straddled her. Then he lifted the hem of his tee, giving her a peek of the abs he worked very hard to maintain.
As though on autopilot, Mak reached out to touch.
“Nuh-uh.” He waggled a finger. “Keep your hands off the dancer, please. This is not that kind of establishment.”
With her eyes twinkling, Mak smirked and raised her hands to head height. “Won’t happen again.”
One swoop had his shirt up and off his body. He swung it around before tossing it behind him. As Mak giggled, he lowered until he was an inch above her lap. Then, he gave her his best lap dance skills, poppin’ his hips, teasing her with near touches of his hard cock, and flexing as many muscles as possible.
“Seriously?” Mak asked in a droll tone though her eyes darkened with lust. “This is how you want me to dance at the clubhouse?”
Thunder’s head fell back as he let out a loud laugh. “Fuck, no! You do this, and you’ll be getting your first spanking.”
He froze. Shit. How the hell could he have been so insensitive? If she’d expressed interest in a little sexual spanking, he’d have been all for it, but the woman had a history of abuse. Fuck, had he just ruined the evening?
But Mak didn’t react with horror or revulsion. Instead, she disobeyed the rule he’d just given her and ran her fingertips over the ridges of his stomach. He shivered as sparks of electricity zinged through his blood.
“Pretty sure that’s not a deterrent.”
“Fuck.” He straightened his knees, putting his cock at face height.
Eyes fixated on the bulge behind his fitted black boxer briefs, she licked her lower lip, and he swore to Christ he felt that curious tongue stroke his cock.
“So,” she said, her voice taking on a smoky quality he’d yet to hear from her. “You said no hands on the models, but you didn’t say anything about lips.”
Never in a million years would he have guessed Mak was about to lean forward and mouth his stiff dick through his underwear, but fuck, that’s exactly what she did. Thunder clenched his fists as the urge to grasp her head and shove his cock in her face hit him like a sledgehammer.
“Hmm, haven’t been kicked out of the place yet.” She brushed her nose against him then lifted her head, capturing the band of his boxer briefs in her teeth. The scape of them over his lower abs, combined with her hot breath on his skin, had him jerking. The band slipped from her teeth, snapping against his stomach.
“Fuck.”
“Not sure the security at this place is up to par.” Mak giggled. “Sure I can’t put my hands on my dancer?”
Christ, he’d die if she didn’t get her hands on him. “Yes,” he said in a hoarse croak. “Put your fucking hands all over me.”
She shifted her gaze upward, meeting his. “Thank you.”
Then the goddammed siren snuck her fingers in the sides of his shorts and tugged them down. His cock sprang free with a bounce, ending up pointing straight out toward her face.
Thunder’s eyes rolled heavenward. “Mak…” Christ, it sounded like someone had run over his vocal cords with a truck.