Seduce Me (Body Scenes 3)

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.”

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 hi

m. 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.