Stripe Tease(8)By: Milly Taiden
“You run pretty fast,” he said, his gaze now lingering on her breasts, making her nipples pucker into tight, little points.
“I didn’t notice. I was having a hell of a time trying to keep up with you.”
Her breaths started coming faster the longer she stared at his face. He had amazing features—a strong jaw and a commanding set of eyes. And those lips. Wow. Along with the rest of his body, they’d kept her thoughts down to the gutter so long her mind bought real estate there.
“You didn’t have to come. I’m fine. But now that you’re here, I can’t let you go back alone.”
She blinked, his words sinking in. “Excuse me?”
“I’ll walk you to your car. To make sure nobody is lingering in the area, trying to do you any harm.”
She should say no, but the draw to this primal man and his animal was unlike anything she’d ever felt before. She wanted to talk to him and find out more about the tiger. More about shifters. Heck, more about him.
“Okay. Do you...need to grab some clothes?” She glanced around, searching for an outfit or something.
“I tore them when I shifted. It’s fine. I’m used to being nude.”
She gulped. He might be used to being naked, but she wasn’t used to seeing anybody naked that she wasn’t sleeping with. Even then, they weren’t this good to look at.
“Let’s go back, then. Do you want me to take you home?” The offer came out of nowhere, leaving her shocked that she said the words. She did not know this man. He was dangerous with a capital D.
She shoved her hands into her trenchcoat’s pockets. Nerves were making her antsy. She was ready to start pacing between the trees. He walked quietly beside her for a moment and then replied, “I’d prefer it if you allowed me to drop you off at your house.”
She tripped on a pebble and almost fell flat on her ass, but he grasped her elbow and helped her stay upright. “I’m sorry. I don’t understand. You don’t have any clothes.”
She hated sounding stupid, but she couldn’t sit in his car staring at his junk. It would be too tempting to sit there and talk to his penis to see if her words had any effect. She needed help. Mental help, of the professional kind.
“I have clothes in my car.” He laughed. “I’m sorry nakedness distresses you.”
She frowned. “It’s not distressing.” Hell yeah it was! She just didn’t want to sound like a prude. Who would have thought a woman who watches other women strip all the time could feel weird having this hot-as-heck man walking beside her in his birthday suit.
“I can dress and drive you home,” he said, shoving branches out of the way so she could pass. “I don’t want to worry about someone following you. Or worse, doing something to you on your way there.”
What a gentleman. A naked one. Only in Vegas. She sighed. She should have been rejecting the idea from the moment it came out of his mouth, but her father didn’t call her hardheaded for nothing. Vanessa liked to make her own decisions, and right now she had a feeling the tiger-man was a lot nicer than he appeared. “I guess that’s not a problem. You did save me after all. What’s your name?”
Wow. His parents must have been big gamblers. Who the hell named their kid Cash? “Is your brother Check?” She laughed.
Oh, man. That was bad. She couldn’t help it. It was too easy.
He barked a laugh next to her. The sound was so sexy it made her all kinds of tingly inside. “No, though I think that’s one of the best lines I’ve heard. Usually people think my parents must have struck it rich right before I was born.”
She shook her head, her smile wider. “Imagine if they’d have gone broke. They might have named you Debt.”
He laughed harder, and she couldn’t help but laugh along with him. He was so cute when he laughed. The harshness of his features softened. He made her panties get wet and her heart race, and not race like she was having a heart attack either, which she swore was the case the last time she tried to run a marathon.
Once they reached the clearing that led to the back of the lot, she followed him to a dark corner where a low-slung black sports car set. She didn’t know shit about cars, but she knew what the hell a Bugatti was. She also knew she’d have to sell all her organs on the black market in order to afford one of its wheels.