She bent her head again, and this time, she kissed Jane. Really and truly kissed her. Their lips tangled for a few moments before their mouths opened and Shana’s tongue swept over hers. The forbidden connotation related to kissing another woman was sexy and enticing unto itself. Thrilling because it was something she’d never imagined doing. Something she’d never found appealing until she’d met Jane.
But the actual feel of Jane’s cool breath mingling with her warmth and the way Jane let her lead the kiss—despite Shana’s lack of experience—made her even hotter. Jane had a way of following along that made it easy for Shana to explore her mouth with her tongue, twisting it with Jane’s before delving deep enough to make the other woman moan again.
A sense of relief accompanied the sharp prickle of desire in her cunt. Jane’s reaction to her was enough to make her let loose of her inhibitions, because Shana felt the sincerity of it deep in her soul.
From across the room, Shana heard Drake let out a low groan. She pulled away from Jane and turned her head toward him, finding him pacing in front of the fireplace.
Jane giggled, an unexpected sound. “So jealous,” she murmured.
Shana returned her attention to Jane. “Of us?”
“Of me, specifically. For being the one you kissed.”
She slid her gaze Drake’s way again. Shana wanted to kiss him as much as she’d craved the intimate contact with Jane—more, actually. But she refused to lessen the significance of her romantic moment with Jane by going to Drake.
True, he looked tormented as he watched Shana release Jane’s hand so Jane could flatten her palm against Shana’s bare shoulder. Drake’s jealousy was evident as he rubbed the back of his neck and continued to pace. But Shana was riveted to her seat, her desire sparking to life at that very moment because of Jane.
When she turned back to the other woman, she leaned forward to kiss her once more. Though, out of the corner of her eye, Shana caught Drake stripping off his suit jacket and that made the fire inside her roar to life.
So much had been set into motion with one invitation, one backstage tour, one dangerous admission of an existence Shana had never believed in until she’d witnessed Drake’s unfathomable speed and his ability to lift her with absolutely no effort when they were downstairs. Not to mention the chill of Jane’s skin and the mystifying gift she possessed.
Shana wasn’t sure what had been the catalyst for her own personal liberation—all of the above, she guessed—but she was also happy to see Drake and Jane had found an outlet of sorts themselves, by way of being able to reveal their true identities to her.
Though, that did little to relieve the torment Drake seemed to suffer.
But Shana was, for the moment, fixated on Jane. Particularly the way she slowly, but noticeably, took over the kiss, turning it more passionate as she eased toward Shana, her lithe body pressing to Shana’s, her tongue plunging deep in an erotic way.
Shana’s eyelids fluttered closed as the kiss deepened. The fiery sensations already burning inside her were stoked by the expert way in which Jane intensified their kiss without making Shana feel inadequate.
There was no mistaking she evoked Jane’s desire, despite her virginal and inexperienced ways.
When Jane’s hand on her shoulder moved slowly down the satiny material of Shana’s dress and cupped her breast, Shana tore her mouth from Jane’s and gasped for air as her eyes flew open.
Jane gave the full mound, which her small hand didn’t quite encompass, a gentle squeeze. So much more tender than she’d expected, given Jane’s strength and the excitement that lit her eyes, but effective nonetheless. Shana felt a titillating burst of erotic sensations deep in her pussy that turned into a throbbing, pulsing need demanding to be satisfied. Jane’s thumb swept over her already hard nipple and she sucked in a breath, the throbbing, pulsing need intensifying.
“Electrifying, my foot,” Shana said in a strained tone. “That’s downright mind-blowing.”
Jane flashed her a brief, albeit wicked grin before her head dropped to Shana’s chest and she pressed her firm lips to the areola and tongued the hard pebble through the material of Shana’s dress.
Shana’s head fell back on her shoulders and her eyes closed again. “That’s just too delicious for words.”
She heard Drake come to an abrupt halt. Cracking one eye open, she found him standing in front of the fireplace, his fists clenched at his sides, lust blazing in his eyes.
“Bloody hell,” he ground out. “Is it your intention to drive me out of my mind?”
Shana grinned, opening her other eye to stare at him. “If it’s at all possible.”