SeduceMe(23)

He smirked at her. So she had a playful side. Shouldn’t surprise him any more than the way she’d so assertively kissed Jane. A gesture that had made him wild with envy, but which had also captivated him. The woman had passion in dire need of being released, no doubt about it.

Unleashed, as Jane had put it earlier.

He could see—and sense—something bold and daring lingering beneath the surface of her carefully constructed shell. With every fiber of his being, he wanted her to set herself free of her past demons and let all her inhibitions slip away. So much so, he was willing to stand back and let it happen with Jane. Yet he wanted her so desperately for himself, it was hell to sit on the sidelines.

He did just that, though. In truth, he’d already agreed earlier this evening that what transpired between the three of them was not up to anyone other than Shana. And she was clearly interested in exploring her sexuality with Jane, so who was he to intervene, really? Except that it was near impossible to be a voyeur rather than a participant.

Shana had proved capable of bringing her own powers of persuasion to the table, and the only thing keeping Drake from bringing this whole convoluted seduction to a screeching halt before he completely snapped was the fact that he sensed it was all part of the reassurance Shana needed. The proof she needed that she was desirable and that she was alluring enough to win over not only him, but Jane was well.

And, if he dug deep enough within himself, he’d have to admit that watching the two of them together was hotter than hell.

So he said, “Have your fun. I’ll play along. Whatever you want.”

Shana’s head cocked to one side. “Really?”

“I didn’t say it’d be easy,” he assured her in a dry tone. “But it’s probably for the best.”

This caused confusion to flash in her eyes.

Jane spoke before he could, whispering in Shana’s ear. “He already knows how difficult it’ll be for him to stay in control when he’s inside you.”

Shana’s jaw dropped. Her breathing visibly picked up. Her gaze locked brazenly with his and fire replaced the confusion in her eyes. For him, the die had been cast months ago, when he’d first seen a photo of her on the Internet. But he’d kept his secret obsession to himself, for the most part, until tonight. The course they were about to take was now clearly set, because she didn’t get up and walk away. The idea of making love with him was obviously an appealing one. Her lusty expression and the wild beat of her pulse at her throat spoke volumes—telling of her excitement and anticipation.

More importantly, her acceptance and acquiescence were written all over her lovely features, confirmed by the shudder that ran through her body and the way her back arched slightly, pressing her breast against Jane’s palm.

In turn, Jane gave the large globe a heartier squeeze, making Shana gasp and causing Drake’s cock to throb in crazy-wicked beats.

He forced himself back into the chair he’d sat in earlier.

Jane’s lips grazed Shana’s temple and she murmured, “You want to feel him deep in your pussy, don’t you?”

“Yes.” Shana’s response came quickly, with no hesitation, no doubt in her voice. Nothing but sheer exhilaration and hunger.

Drake gripped the armrests at his sides, holding himself in place so he didn’t fly across the room and take her right then and there.

Jane kissed her again, their tongues tangling in plain view, taunting Drake and making him even harder. Despite the incessant urge to join the two women—to taste Shana’s lips himself and feel her full, lush breasts in his own hands—he watched with forced and pained patience, knowing it was best that Jane took the lead. She was much more restrained than he’d be and she’d help prepare Shana for him. Make her wet and in dire need of him. He could wait for that. Maybe.

As he loosened his grip on the chair before he ripped the armrests from the frame, he found the most comfortable position in which to sit, his erection not helping matters. Jane’s hand moved from Shana’s breast to the sparkly clip on her shoulder. With deft fingers, Jane released the fastening and slowly peeled the satin material away from Shana’s chest, exposing more smooth, bronze skin and deliciously plump breasts that were accented by small, dusty rose-colored areolas and tipped with puckered nipples that made his mouth water.

He licked his lips, anxiously anticipating flicking his tongue over one of the taut peaks before drawing it into his mouth and sucking hard until she moaned and writhed beneath him.

His groin tightened in a nearly unbearable way at the erotic thought. His cock twitched behind his clothing and his gut coiled. He wanted her in the worst way. Wanted to kiss her and touch her and make love to her. No, it was so much more than that. He wanted to ravage her. Strip her clothes off, taste the flowing juices between her legs, then thrust his cock deep into her warm and wet cunt. He wanted to give her the sort of pleasure that would make her squeeze him tight when she came and scream out his name.