Mia's Heart (The Paradise Diaries) (31 page)

She keeps her eyes on mine as she starts to pull up my
shirt.  She leans in closer and I get a whiff of her perfume.  It’s
sweet and a little musky.  Sexy.  Just like her.

She has to plaster her body to mine and stretch up on her
tiptoes to get my shirt over my head.  I can feel her breasts pushing
against my chest.  I could make the task easier for her.  But I
don’t.  I like the feel of her rubbing against me.  There’s no way
I’m ruining that.

Once she has my shirt off, she backs up and looks me over.
She’s shy about it.  That much is obvious.  It’s like she wants to
look, but she’s a little embarrassed to, which actually makes it more of a turn
on for some reason.  I’m sure every other eye in the room is watching me,
watching
us
, but hers are the only ones I can feel.  They’re like
tongues of fire, licking my skin.  They’re searing and tangible.  Or
at least they feel that way to me.

I take a deep breath and her eyes drop to my stomach. 
Then they flicker down a little further.  She stares longer than she
should, but not nearly as long as I want her to.  I start to get
hard. 

Her eyes widen and her lips fall open just enough for her
tongue to sneak out and wet them.  I have to grit my teeth to keep from
pulling her to me and kissing that lush little mouth of hers.

Light pours into the room. It’s just enough to break the
spell. 

I hear a man’s voice.  A very pissed-off man’s voice.

“Dude, what the hell?” It’s Jason.  I know why he’s
angry.

It’s not easy to tear my eyes away from hers.  There’s
a shy, reluctant excitement in them that makes me want to see how far I can
push her.  But I don’t.  Push her, that is.  Instead, I look
away, turning my head to glance first at Jason and then at the room of
salivating females.  The jig is up.

Damn.  That was shaping up to be quite a diversion.

I smile into the group of faces riveted on me. 
“Ladies, this is Jason.  He’ll be entertaining you tonight.”

All eyes turn to Jason as he closes the door and moves
around me.  I look at the girl that’s holding my shirt.  She’s
perplexed.  And for good reason.

“What do you mean, he’ll be entertaining us?” she asks,
turning her confused eyes on me. 

I don’t answer her right away.  I know she’ll figure it
out soon enough. 

She looks over at Jason, trying to piece together what just
happened.

“Now, which one of you beautiful women is the bride-to-be?”
Jason asks.

I see it the instant understanding dawns.  Her eyes
widen again and, even in the low light, I see her cheeks turn red. 

She looks back to me and frowns.

“If he’s the stripper, then who are you?”

“I’m Cash Davenport.  I own the club.”

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