Seduce Me

“Like…?”

“Um, like…” She searched her brain, feeling a little disoriented by the pulsating lights from the disco balls. “I don’t know. You think of something.”

“No, I think you’d better.” His eyes were deep and dark, his hands gentle on her, and also, whether he intended it not, unbearably erotic. “Because suddenly, with you looking at me like that, I can’t seem to think of anything appropriate.”

Well, neither could she! In fact, a bunch of inappropriate thoughts kept bouncing through her head, and her body slid even closer to his.

Now what? She knew what her body would like, and her hand glided over his chest, her fingers curling into him.

“Sam—”

The lights went down even more, so that all they could see were the silhouette of the people dancing around them. Perfect camouflage. Sliding her hands into the hair at the nape of Jack’s neck, she tugged his head down closer, and planted her lips on his.

The sexy little surprised murmur he made echoed through her, tingling her nerve endings, over-sensitizing them, and she wound her arms tighter around his neck as her eyes drifted shut.

Technically, she should have shut her eyes before then, but she’d waited to make sure he was okay with the direction in which she’d just taken the evening.

Given the way he slanted his head for a better angle, while hauling her up against him even closer, he was good with the new direction—quite good.

Kissing a man for the first time was always an experience, an adventure—not unlike the story of Goldilocks. Would he use too much tongue, not enough tongue or just the right amount? But Jack Scandal Knight kissed juuuusssst right.

And he didn’t pull away, not even when they were both breathless. He had one hand on her hip, the other on her spine, fingers spread wide, and when she slid her hands down to his shoulders, sinking into his tough, hard muscle, he let out another groan, low in his throat.

At the sound, something came over her on that dark dance floor. Lust, yes, but this felt different. It gripped her and held on like a bulldog; she couldn’t bear to back away, not even to come up for air. She simply dragged her mouth over his jaw, and let out a little whimper when he did the same. Her fingers tightened on his hair, tugging just a little, while her hips danced to his, and he let out another low groan.

“Not fair,” he managed.

“Why?”

“I’m not going to be able to walk off this dance floor for a while.”

Suddenly, she didn’t want to move, either, and she arched against him, nearly seeing double when his thigh rubbed against hers.

With a glance around, making sure that no one was paying them any attention, he cupped her face. “Sam…what are you doing to me?”

Hopefully driving him half as wild as he was driving her. Avoiding a dance had become the last thing on her mind. “I should mention…” She sank her teeth into his lobe, thrilling to the sound that dragged from him. “It’s been a little too long for me. I’m liking this way too much.”

“Don’t tell me that.” One hand skimmed up her back, the other was on her hip. His thumb glided over her belly, upward, stroking, tracing her last rib, barely skimmed over the very bottom curve of her breast.

All the while, his gaze held hers, conveying hunger, passion, desire…more heady than the champagne she’d sipped. She let out a shuddery breath, her bones long dissolved away.

Then he took another sweep with his thumb, not quite touching her nipple, and she had to concentrate on breathing.

“Sam.” His voice was low, hoarse.

Sinking her fingers into his hair again, she brought his mouth back to hers, and their moans commingled, becoming a part of the crazy, wild kiss.

Then the song ended, and the lights came up slightly as the band leader started talking about their next set.

Jack’s eyes were sleepy and very sexy when they opened on Sam’s. “What else will you do to keep from dancing?”

“Um…that was about it.” At least that she was willing to admit.

His eyes flitted down to the front of her dress, where her hard-as-rock nipples were pouting against the black material, begging for more attention, and he let out a low groan that pulled at them even more.