True. The bed was only a full, and Jase’s feet hung over the edge.
“Maybe we should do something to tire each other out,” she suggested, tense, waiting for his reaction. Is this where he’ll begin to pull away?
“Agreed,” he said, and she released a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. “And I know just the thing.” He fluffed the pillows, reclined like the most self-indulgent pasha—and gave her a gentle little shove off the bed. “You’re going to dance for me.”
She came up sputtering. “What!”
He switched on the bedside lamp. “Your list, remember? You said you wanted to dance for a man. Definitely a lover. Well.” He held out his arms, all behold my magnificence. “I now qualify on both fronts.”
She’d actually written “preferably a boyfriend,” but she didn’t point that out. “I’m not dancing for you, Jase Hollister.”
His eyes narrowed to tiny slits. “You’re sure as hell not dancing for anyone else.”
The fierceness of his tone made her shiver, warmth spilling into her blood, tingles moving along her sensitized skin. If she did this, he might make love to her again. Or laugh at her.
Another gamble. But the result would answer both of her other questions, wouldn’t it. If he laughed, he wasn’t worth her time. If he made love to her, he still wanted her.
“Fine,” she grumbled. “I’ll do it.”
His expression mocked her. “That’s all well and good, but I already have to deduct points for your attitude.”
“You’re going to score me?” she gasped out.
He offered her a sad, pitying smile. “Another point lost for a delayed start—and a silly question.”
Well, then. She’d have to do something to earn points.
“Before I begin,” she said, “I should probably lay out the ground rules.” Still naked, she sucked on the end of one finger and slowly traced a path down her stomach. “At no point during my amazing performance are you allowed to touch me.”
His gaze followed the motion of her finger, only to whip up to her face and narrow as her words registered. “Did I forget to mention that every rule you make costs you one thousand points?”
Ha!
“Good thing there’s only one rule, then. Ready?”
“Do it.”
She began to undulate her hips, giving him a preview of what was to come, and his pupils expanded. “Hands on the headboard, Hollister. I don’t trust you to keep them to yourself.”
When he failed to comply, she cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples. “I’m about to change my mind,” she said.
With a frustrated groan, he grabbed the headboard.
“There’s a good boy.”
Brook Lynn undulated her hips again...more slowly...slllooowly...
A sheen of sweat glistened on Jase’s forehead, and his knuckles bleached of color. “I’m giving you a point for technique.”
Turning, revealing her backside, she glanced over her shoulder and lifted her hair...let the strands tumble back into place. “Only one?”
Bad-boy Jase released the headboard long enough to cup his now-rock-hard length. “Look at what you’ve done to me, angel.”
“And I’m just getting started.” Brook Lynn bent over and slowly lifted her upper body, her gaze never leaving Jase. She heard an erotic melody in her head, though no music played, and moved to it. Bump, bump...griiind. Her hands roved over her curves, kneaded her breasts.
“Come here,” he rasped. “Please, angel. I need you.”
She didn’t have the strength to resist. She crawled up the bed, rhythmically shimmying closer and closer to his erection before retreating. Another groan rose from him. On her knees, she continued to move her hips, sliding her hands down...down...between her legs.
“Let me touch,” he rasped. “I need to touch.”
Roll...roll...she worked her way around, so that he once again had a backside view. Roll...roll...