Redneck Romeo (Rough Riders #15)(98)

She cocked her head. “Just like that? Without asking the price or the parameters?”


“Parameters?” His eyes narrowed. “Lap dances don’t have parameters except for no touching.”


“My lap dance has parameters ’cause it’s not your money I’m after, McKay.”


“Then what do you want?”


“Your soul.” Rory laughed at his skeptical look. “Kidding.”


He clamped his hand on her ass and pulled her closer yet. He angled his head and placed one soft kiss below her ear. “You want my soul? It’s yours. Since you’ve already got my heart.”


Oh, you suck, Dalton McKay, with your sweetness and fire and always knowing the perfect thing to say, and how the hell was I ever supposed to resist falling for you?


“You were saying,” he murmured against her throat. “What parameters were you talkin’ about?”


“You have to be naked.”


“Ah, Rory darlin’, that ain’t how lap dances work.”


“My parameters, remember? If I can get you off during the lap dance, without using my hands on your…pole, then you’ll agree to be my sex slave for two hours.”


“What if you can’t get me off? What’s my reward?”


Uh, yeah, Dalton wouldn’t be able to hold off. No way, no how. Rory fought a cocky smile. “Then you get to do anything you want to me. Except for demanding a threesome. Not into that. Ever.”


“Never happening, because no one—” he got right in her face, “—and I mean no one, ever gets to put their f*cking hands on you but me. Understand?”


Holy balls. Talk about intense. Talk about possessive.


Talk about hot.


“Do you understand?” he repeated.


“Yes, sir.”


“Good.” He relaxed. “There’s gotta be a time limit to this lap dance.”


“Shoot. Thought you might not remember to ask about that. Five songs.”


Dalton shook his head. “Two songs.”


“Four songs.”


“Nope. Two songs.”


“Three songs.”


“Three songs no more than nine minutes total.”


She smiled. “Deal.” She kissed him. “I’ll follow you home.”


“Lemme grab a quick shower here first—”


“No. I’m not gonna shower either. I like your scent after you’ve been working out.” She turned her head and let her tongue follow the ridge of his biceps, licking the salt from his skin. “I like how you taste after you’ve been working out.”


Dalton made that growling noise again.


“On second thought…I’ll race ya.” She pecked him on the mouth and practically skipped out of the gym.


But somehow, Rory still didn’t beat him to his place.


Inside, Dalton leaned against the breakfast bar separating the living room and kitchen, his arms crossed over his chest.


Poor man wore a scowl. She dropped her coat, kicked off her shoes and moved to stand in front of him. “You’re supposed to be looking forward to this, Dalton, not like you’re about to face a firing squad.”


That brought out his sexy wicked grin. “Trust me, baby, I’m all about this lap dance. Just thinking about what I’m gonna demand from you.”


“Putting the cart before the horse, ain’t ya, cowboy?”


He laughed and smooched her nose.


“You get the chair and I’ll plug in my iPod.”


“Where’s the chair gonna go?”


“Living room. You might wanna move the coffee table.”


Rory scrolled through her song list and selected her seductive tunes. Then she plugged her iPod into the audio system and turned around.


The straight-backed dining room chair sat where the coffee table usually did. Dalton curled his hands over the top of it. “Now what?”


“I’d tell you to strip, but I wanna help you do that.”


His eyes turned suspicious.


“Relax. If you don’t like something I do…tell me to stop.”


He snorted. “You have got to be kiddin’ me.”


“No sir.”


“Start the music.”


“This doesn’t count as part of the lap dance. Stand still so I can strip you.” Rory slipped her fingers beneath the bottom edge of his tank top and began to pull it up. When the material cleared his nipples, she gave each flat disk a kiss. Then a lick. Then a suck.


“Rory.”


“What?”


“You know what.”


She jerked the shirt over his head and tossed it aside. She planted kisses down the center of his torso as she lowered herself to her knees. Hooking his gaze, she mouthed his cock, which was already hard—big surprise—through the material.


“Rory!”


“What?”


“Stop.”