His imagination took over as he pictured peeling off her tight dress and revealing those beautiful curves to full view. So hypnotized was he by her walk that sweat broke out on his brow. And when she turned suddenly, it took a moment for him to lift his eyes to her face.
The knowing look she gave him didn’t instill confidence. She wanted him — he had no doubt about that. The only doubt he had at this point was whether or not he should take what she was offering. His resistance could last only so long.
*****
As Shane and Lia were being escorted to their seats, excitement was building inside her. He’d been glancing her way repeatedly from the moment she’d stepped out of her bedroom, and the car ride had been filled with enough heat to melt the Arctic Circle. Maybe tonight would finally be their night.
“What in the hell is your sister planning?”
“I don’t know what you mean.” Lia replied as she surveyed the small theater.
“Well, for one thing, is that a stripper pole in front of me?”
“It looks like one, but it isn’t as if I’ve ever been to a strip show, so how would I know?” she said, shrugging her shoulders.
She looked around her with growing anticipation. All she knew was that they would be watching a burlesque show. She and Rachel had gone to a couple of burlesque classes last year, and she’d had a blast. Never had she felt so sexy.
“I had assumed we’d be going to something more classy,” he snarled.
“All I can tell you is that it’s burlesque,” Lia defended.
“There’s a big freaking X in front of the burlesque word!” he snapped.
“Well, maybe it’s just really sexy burlesque. Be quiet; people are starting to stare at us.”
Shane threw a withering look her way, and everything became clear to her. Lia now knew beyond a doubt that he was fighting the urge to take her back to his room and finally take her. That’s why he was so upset. But the sexy atmosphere — her clothes — being in Sin City — it all added up to her getting what she wanted.
The two of them sat back as they waited for the small theater to fill. The venue did surprise Lia a little; she had expected Rachel to pick one of the Cirque du Soleil shows. Still, Lia was relieved because the dark room was small and intimate, and Shane’s leg was pressing against hers. The stage was in touching distance, and the waitress had just brought them each a nice large glass of wine.
She wanted to giggle when she realized she was hoping to get Shane drunk so she could take advantage of him. She wasn’t usually so bold, but something about him brought out her hunting instincts — he was currently in her sights and she wasn’t letting him escape.
“I think we should just go, Lia,” he murmured as he turned to her and pulled at his collar.
“Quit being such a prude. If you were here with Rafe, you’d be drooling over the stripper pole, hoping and praying that some hot thing was about to come out onstage and get naked.”
“I’m not with Rafe — I’m here with you.”
“Is that really so bad, Shane? You know, I took a few burlesque classes not long ago. I will have to show my moves when we get back to the room.” Lia’s hand moved to his thigh and she ran her fingernail from his knee nearly to his groin.
Shane’s hand snaked out and stopped her before she reached her prize, but by the way his eyes dilated Lia’s confidence shot through the roof. Tonight was going to be their night — even if she had to drug the man. He was going to have to get over the fact that she was Rafe’s little sister. She wasn’t a kid now — she was all grown up, with very adult needs.
The lights dimmed and the music started as a giant projector screen dropped down in front of the red velvet curtains hiding the stage, and two sensual women sauntered through a burning X on the video they were playing.
Wearing only G-string panties, garter belts with fishnet stockings, and minuscule bras, they gazed out at the crowd through the large screen with take-me expressions on their faces. Oh, this was going to be so good…
As the video ended and the screen began rising, a sensual music started filling the room from the strategically placed speakers, the pulse of the music pumping through Lia, making her body hum in anticipation.
When the screen disappeared into the top of the stage, the curtains opened and the real show began — seven incredibly hot women in hats, suit jackets and tight pants strutted their feminine curves out onto the stage.
Lia’s eyes were drawn to the performers’ gorgeous bodies as their sultry movements carried them around the stage. Shane took a sudden interest in his shoes after loosening the top button of his shirt to help him breathe. The more uncomfortable Shane became, the greater Lia’s enjoyment.
As the performance progressed, the dancers started shedding clothes, a pair of pants flying off the stage and landing in Shane’s lap. The tiny thongs the women were wearing covered less of their bodies than Lia’s most immodest swimsuit, but the way they moved was exquisite.
By the middle of the first song, the women reached up and unclasped their bikini tops, pulling them free and exposing their br**sts. Shane’s head immediately went down again as he squirmed in his chair.
Since the girls were now wearing far less clothing than when they’d started the song, Lia was worried Shane might have a heart attack. Being there with her was probably about as pleasant for him as sitting through a poetry read. If he could watch this show and still not take her afterward, the situation was hopeless.
Thank you, Rachel!
“They’re just boobs. Half of the population has them,” Lia taunted, and he lifted his head long enough to send her a quelling stare before he resumed looking at his feet. She put her hand back on his thigh and rubbed her fingers against the soft material of his pants.
When her hand brushed against something hard, pure joy possessed her. She was going to get the benefits of that impressive erection.
Lia tried to memorize some of the dancers’ moves over the next thirty minutes. The women undulated across the stage, and the closer they approached to her and Shane, the more he tensed up. When the performers got to a scene involving a bed and lots of lots of hip movement, Lia was ready to jump into Shane’s lap and show him some of her own choreography.
Halfway through the performance, in the middle of a dance featuring flight music and the girls in skimpy flight attendant costumes, one of the dancers moved directly in front of Shane and held out her hand. He glanced up, mortified.