Page 62 of Wild Thing
Reaching into my suitcase, I pulled out the brand-new red lace lingerie set I’d bought shopping the other day. It was scandalous, barely covering anything, the delicate fabric clinging to all the right places.
I slipped it on, the cool lace against my damp skin making me shiver. I didn't think to turn off the air-conditioning.
I wanted my nipples hard anyway.
I propped my phone against the wall on the desk, angling it just right. With a deep breath, I set the timer and struck a seductive pose, the kind that left nothing to the imagination. My eyes smoldered, my lips parted just enough to tease.
When the photo appeared on the screen, I smirked, satisfied with the result. Without a second thought, I sent it to Brax, my heart in my throat.
Room 1402
Seconds later, he video called me.
He lay shirtless in bed, the sheet slung low around his waist, revealing his tattooed, chiseled chest. My mouth watered at the sight.
He was ripped. There wasn't an ounce of fat on this man.
Even in the dim light, I could make out the fierce artwork etched across his skin—a winged hawk stretched across his chest, a snake caught in its talons. On his stomach, a wolfclashed with a bear, surrounded by vicious designs that filled every inch of space.
Brutal. Badass. Fucking sexy.
I imagined dragging my tongue all the way down that toned body.
“What are you doing to me Dylan?”
“What do you mean?”
He blew out a breath. “That photo… Jesus.”
“I just wanted to remind you of what’s a few floors down.”
He swallowed hard. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
His gaze turned volcanic. “Show me.”
I placed my phone back against the wall, and did what he asked, the best way I knew how. Years of dancing had given me the confidence I needed to pull this off.
His own private striptease. It was ironic that the song currently playing was Faith No More's "Stripsearch."
I felt completely out of control. It was like being a passenger in my own body, my limbs weightless and disconnected, moving without permission.
Slowly, slowly, I swayed my hips side to side, around and around, my movements smooth and fluid, like water flowing downstream.
I turned and arched my back slightly, showing him my body and the lace in the shape of a love heart over my ass. My hands slid up my sides, grazing my curves before tangling in my damp hair. My hips circled, teasingly, before slowly and deliberately, I lowered myself further.
I craned my neck, looking back to steal a look at Brax.
His eyes were locked, unblinking, his breaths heavy and uneven.
Exactly what I wanted to see.
A man unraveled.
Arching my back further, I ran my hand over my ass, my fingertips dancing at the spot that was craving his touch.
Slowly.
