“Hi.” She spoke so softly he could barely hear her over the slow guitar rhythm as “Fall Into Me” by Brantley Gilbert began to play.
Buck said, “Looks like Chad’s got his hands full. I should go help him with the beauty queen.” He tipped his cowboy hat to Jayne and walked back to their table where Chad was chatting with Presley Ann.
“Is that what she is?” Jayne sounded uncertain as she glanced back to their table. “Weren’t you talking to her?”
Seth turned with the dance steps and gently tugged her closer so that their legs brushed against each other in the rhythm of the dance and pressed her curvy body close to him. He suppressed a groan of satisfaction at the more intimate contact.
“She made herself at home at our table. I just wanted to dance with you. She had good timing because Buck and Chad were in need of a distraction.” They were good guys, but he wanted Jayne to himself. She surprised him a little when she willingly snuggled closer.
“Oh.”
The thought of how it would feel to lie in a bed with her, pressing her back into the mattress as he slid inside her, made his cock harden. As they moved with the dance, he could occasionally feel the warm silkiness of her skin through the multiple holes in his ripped, weather-beaten jeans.
Jayne looked up at him, and the lights on the dance floor flashed across her face, illuminating her expressive blue-green eyes. He thought it was a play of the lights when he saw her lips tremble slightly before she finally looked away and laid her head against his chest. He felt an almost painful lurch in his chest at the silent exchange.
She moved smoothly with him in the waltz, and he smiled when she lightly stroked the dragon scales tattooed on his right bicep. He was accustomed to the many stares his fully tattooed arms received everywhere he went. Some people stared openly in shock or undisguised judgment, others stared in wonder or curiosity. The one common factor was that the tattoos garnered a lot of attention.
Jayne made him feel different when she stared. Whenever he’d caught her gazing at them throughout the day, it had been with many different emotions. Her face was like an open book. He’d seen puzzlement, awe, and admiration when she’d asked earlier if he cared that everyone stared.
He’d had the distinct impression that she was keeping her hands to herself because several times her fingertips had twitched and rubbed together as though she’d like to touch but was restraining herself.
Something about her reminded him of skittish doe, and he didn’t want to come on too strong, especially if she had the impression that he might be like that. She didn’t ask him to turn for her while they were in the pool, and his shirt had been off, but he’d had the impression that she’d wanted to give him a good, thorough going over. That thought made his cock harden so much he wondered if she could feel it against her abdomen. Her thumb gently stroking up and down his bicep wasn’t helping his aroused state either.
With his hand at her lower back, he felt it when she tensed almost imperceptibly and her warm breath came out in a rush against the thin fabric of his T-shirt. It pleased him when, instead of pulling away from him, she relaxed against him and resumed the slow, fluid steps in the dance as the last chorus played.
He was used to women who were much more aggressive and demanding, and Jayne was a welcome change of pace. The last note played, and he grinned at the slight disappointed look on her face. She honestly had no idea how appealing she was.
As they returned to the table, a familiar hard rock beat began to play. The Dancing Pony’s DJ normally played mostly country and western music but tonight he must’ve been mixing in rock and pop hits to inject more excitement into the beach party-themed night.
Charity bounced up and gave Seth a shit-eating grin as she crooked her finger at Jayne and beckoned her onto the dance floor. Jayne looked up at Seth and seemed to have an internal debate with herself. She’d said that she’d never been to the club before so she’d never danced with the girls either. This would be interesting.
Charity said, “Seize the day, right?”
Jayne nodded, bit her lip, and smiled up at him. “You mind?”
“Of course not. Have fun.” Seth knew he’d enjoy this as much as she did. He took his seat facing the dance floor and grinned as all the girls left their husbands and dates. There was a movement in the corner of his eye and he watched as the spunky little strawberry blonde who bartended suddenly joined their throng.
The air vibrated with the strong guitar chords of Def Leppard’s “Pour Some Sugar on Me” as Seth watched Jayne. It turned out that not only could Jayne sing, she could also dance. Her cheeks were bright pink and her eyes sparkled as she smiled at him, but then she closed her eyes, tilted her head back, and found the heavy beat of the song within her.