I push to my feet in a flash, with her still wrapped around me. She gasps as the crowd cheers, and that’s all the ammunition I need.
Vaguely, I hear Megan encouraging the audience, but my focus is locked on the vivacious brunette whose body feels like sin against mine.
“You want to play with fire?” I rasp in her ear. “How’s this for fire?”
With a quick twist, I drop to my knees on the stage and lay her out before me like the goddess she is. The audience goes as wild as the gleam in Tessa’s eyes, and I no longer care that hundreds of people are watching. I crawl up her body, dragging my nose from the inside of her knee all the way to the center of her legs, where she smells like fucking heaven.
“Oh god,” she gasps, her hands finding my hair once again as I continue my trek. Dipping into the lush valley between her breasts, nuzzling her silky neck, grasping the shell of her ear with my teeth… I play and torment her up top while my hips do the same below.
“Open for me, baby. Don’t be shy,” I tease.
Her legs fall apart so I can slide into place, the front of my thighs pressed against the backs of hers in a position as old as time. “If we were alone, I’d be buried so fucking deep inside you…” But for now, I settle for rocking and thrusting against her like a goddamn stripper. I’m so hard it hurts, but from the way her eyelashes flutter and her hips move with mine, she’s too into this little show for me to stop.
“All talk and no action… how much you want to bet?” she goads.
I lever up to my knees, chuckling. With two fistfuls of fabric, I jerk the center of my shirt, revealing my chest and sending buttons flying through the air like shrapnel. The crowd is on its feet, and Tessa’s eyes blaze with fiery lust.
“One thing you should know,” I grunt as I continue to grind and play. “Always betonme, sweetness, never against me.”
Her head falls back as she laughs, and in no time, we’re back on our feet with a standing ovation. Megan fans herself dramatically, and even the stoic bouncer grins from the showroom floor.
“Now, that deserves a drink!” Megan announces, and her friend in the red and black lingerie appears with a tray of drinks.
I snag the beer, and Tessa takes a shot of something golden without blinking an eye.
“Let’s give another round of applause to Dean and Tessa!” The hostess places her hand on my shoulder. “And you, sir… if you ever decide you want to wear heels and lingerie and dance for real, you’re hired. Consider this your interview.”
Tessa giggles, and we return to our seats for the rest of the show, sipping drinks courtesy of Megan and her burlesque team. It’s close to midnight before we exit the club, but you’d never know, given the number of people still living it up on Fremont Street.
“That was the most fun I’ve ever had!” Tessa exclaims, her long dark hair flouncing around her shoulders. At some point during our dance, her updo came undone, and I fucking love her hair down. I can’t wait to run my fingers through it. Of course, I had been looking forward to fisting it, but she’s a little too drunk for that, so cuddling it is.
“I hate to admit it, but me, too.” I take her hand as a group of college guys stumble past and almost run into her. “We should probably start back to the hotel.”
She nods but sets her sights on something farther down the street, and her clumsy steps slow. “There’s one more thing I want to see first, though.”
“It’s late, babe. And we both have flights to catch in the morning.”
She sticks out her bottom lip, and I groan.
This girl is gonna get me into trouble yet.
chapter 6
TESSA
“Going to the Chapel” plays on repeat in the distance as I lie on a beach in Maui, soaking up the sun with Dean Langston.
I’m dreaming. I don’t even have to pinch myself to figure it out. There is no way in hell Dean would give me more of his time, let alone take a vacation to Maui with me.
“You need sunscreen, sweetness?” my Montana cowboy asks, his voice oddly close to my ear, despite his position on the towel a foot or so away.
“Hmm?” I stretch under the hot sun, and warm lips press to the side of my neck.
“I asked if you needed some ibuprofen.” Stubble scrapes gently against my skin before those soft lips brush my ear.
I freeze at the touch, then flip the sheet off and jolt out of bed so fast I almost trip in the mass of bedding falling from the hotel room bed.
“What are you doing here?” I demand, glancing from a sleepy-faced, mostly naked Dean to the unfamiliar hotel room. “Wait, what amIdoing here?”
