“You came for me.”
“Oh, God, yes, yes—” The orgasm ripped through her unexpectedly, stealing her breath as he crushed her lips with his, drowning out her deep moan of pleasure as her cunt rippled powerfully in climax. If he hadn’t been holding on to her, she’d have fallen to the floor. She clenched her hands where she held on to him, praying that nobody had heard her as her heart galloped in her chest and her legs went weak. “Oh, Seth—”
“Easy, baby. I’ve got you.” She glanced around, but he tilted her face back to look at him and kissed her again. “It’s all right. You missed a dance step but nobody noticed. You okay?” The lustful gleam in his eyes made her limbs tremble even more, and then she remembered that his need for relief was just as great as hers. Judging by the heat in his blue gaze, he was still waiting for release. “Let’s get you back to the table.”
“Do you want to leave? I know you need…”
Seth guided her through the crowd. Leaning close as she sat down in her tall chair, he murmured, “Yes, I need you, but I’ve got better control than that. I won’t hurry through making love to you the first time. Let’s relax and catch our breath for a few minutes, Miss Storyteller.” He took his seat beside her.
Jayne giggled. “You liked my story?”
Seth tugged her hand from her lap and surreptitiously slid her palm along his erection. “You’re a very good storyteller. I want to make it a reality like you would not believe.”
The tension built up in her core again. “Me, too.”
Jayne sipped the fresh Coke the waitress brought her and chatted with Lucy when she returned to their table with her handsome, persistent dance partner. Every time Jayne looked in Seth’s direction, she found him watching her, and the heat from his gaze would shimmer in sensual little rivulets over her skin. She was enjoying the evening, but part of her also wanted to get out of that place, and get naked with him for the first time. Of course, she’d been naked around him before. Nearly naked, anyway.
She hoped that her body met with his approval. She remembered his compliments the night of the first tattoo session, and that bolstered her confidence a little. She wondered if what she lacked in sexual experience she could make up for with imagination. She also wondered how her amateur sex scenes would read after the night was over. Had she been able to accurately communicate an act that she’d never personally experienced?
At one point he must’ve sensed her tension because his hand slid under her hair, and he kneaded the nape of her neck and her shoulders, which had grown a bit tense.
While Lucy chattered on, he leaned over and whispered, “Relax. You have nothing to be worried about.”
She gazed up at him, and the desire burning in his eyes was tempered with a deeper emotion she couldn’t pinpoint but made her want to curl up into his lap.
A faster-paced song started, and someone nearby called out, “Jayne!”
Pulling her attention from Seth, she looked around and found Charity and Grace waving her over and pointing toward the dance floor.
Grace called out, “Girls’ dance!” and did a little shimmy, which made her husbands, Jack Warner, Ethan Grant, and Adam Davis, grin appreciatively. Adam brushed her long, golden curls from her shoulder and whispered something in her ear, which made her giggle, and then she jumped as though he’d goosed her.
Jayne noticed that Grace and Charity, tugging Jayne’s mom along with them, weren’t the only women heading toward the dance floor. Lily Cook, Maya Warner, Summer Webster, and her sister, Margot, were already dancing before they’d even reached it. Trace Adkins’s voice came over the sound system, and Jayne recognized “Them Lips On Mine.”
“Have fun, baby,” Seth said as he kissed the top of her hand and helped her down.
Rachel Wolf locked arms with her as she followed the female throng, which more or less took over the dance floor. The beat throbbed through her body as she moved to the music, still a little unsure of herself. Teresa waved at her as she and another blonde, whom Jayne very vaguely remembered from her drunken debacle the weekend before, joined them on the dance floor.
Surrounded by women who were fast becoming her friends, she glanced across the crowd at Seth to find him watching her. Even from across the club, she could see the heat and possession in his gaze as he rose from his chair, along with some of the other protective husbands and boyfriends of the women dancing with her. She noticed the admiring looks he garnered unknowingly from women seated at the surrounding tables. He might be the one watching over her but she smiled when an errant thought came to mind. He’s mine.