Seduce Me (Body Scenes 3)

She twined her fingers in the thin straps that sat on Jane’s shoulders and pulled the flimsy material down her arms. Not missing a beat, Jane yanked her limbs from the confining straps mere seconds before Shana pushed the rest of the skimpy top down to Jane’s waist.

There appeared to be no hesitancy or shame in Shana’s next move. She did exactly as Jane had done to her earlier, palming Jane’s small breasts, squeezing them lightly, then dropping her head to Jane’s chest to lick and suck one nipple and then the other.

“Oh,” Jane said on a lusty sigh, whatever erotic sensations Shana evoked clearly catching her off guard. Her hands gripped Shana’s shoulders, holding her to her as the other woman continued to tease and suckle her nipples. “That feels heavenly.”

Jane’s head dipped and her lips grazed Shana’s black hair as her fingers threaded through the silky-looking strands. All the while, Shana enthusiastically tongued Jane’s nipple and then drew it into her mouth. Jane pressed Shana’s head to her breast

, silently encouraging her to suck harder, to not let up.

“I’m going to do that to your clit,” Jane whispered. “Until you beg to feel my fingers in your cunt. And then Drake’s cock.”

Shana released the nipple between her lips and stared at Jane, the heat arcing between them. The desire raging within them was palpable even to the bystander Drake.

Jane reached for the zipper at the back of her skirt and barely had it down the track before Shana shoved the material over Jane’s slim hips. They worked together to divest Jane of her top, skirt and shoes, and then Shana’s fingers twisted around the strands of Jane’s miniscule thong panties and she slid the scant material down Jane’s bare thighs.

When Jane was naked, she reached for the folded-down material just beneath Shana’s breast.

But Shana was quick to grip her wrists. “No,” she said in a firm voice. “Please, don’t.”

The flicker of self-doubt and the hint of past pains in her amber eyes made both Jane and Drake start.

“But you’re so beautiful,” Jane said in a raw tone. “I want to see all of you.”

Drake’s gut clenched again, overriding his passion, bringing down the sexual fever a few degrees.

He said, “Don’t push, Jane.” Though he desperately wanted to see all of Shana too. Every stunning, glorious inch of her. But he could read her alarmed expression so easily, he had to say, “Let her decide when it’s right.”

And he silently prayed she would indeed reach that point where she felt comfortable—and sexy—enough to reveal all of herself to them. To bare her body as easily as she’d bared her soul earlier, when she’d confessed her insecurities.

“Understand, please,” she murmured to Jane, who nodded her head.

“Of course. But…allow me one indulgence?”

Shana’s gaze shifted from Jane to Drake. He worked the tension from his jaw and gave her a slight nod. Not one of approval in the sense that she needed to clear it with him—he had no control over her actions, no right to claim he did either. Rather, he knew innately she sought his counsel on what Jane might have in mind—and what effect it would have on Shana’s image issues, because he’d so quickly recognized her distress for what it was. And, of course, she’d sought reassurance from him because he knew Jane so well.

He said, in a rougher voice than he’d ever heard coming from himself, “She only wants to please you. And sate her desire for you.”

It was pure hell to basically hand her over to Jane. But he knew Jane would only do things that brought Shana pleasure. He and Jane were of like minds, after all.

Shana’s look turned grateful before her gaze dropped to Jane. “It’s not you,” she said in a contrite tone. “It’s me. My problems with me, specifically.”

“You can’t cure that overnight,” Jane said in an empathetic tone. “I get that. But when you forget about the way you think people see you and, instead, you feel their response to you… Oh my God.” She let out a long sigh. “You have no idea how truly passionate you are when you let go of all of those damning thoughts that are, I assure you, unwarranted.”

Shana’s lips pressed together for a moment. Drake saw the prickle of pain she felt as her eyes blinked rapidly, as though fighting off tears. He wanted to jump in and reassure her too, but this wasn’t a moment between him and Shana. This was a pivotal point between her and the physical replication of her childhood nemesis—the petite women she’d envied and had felt shunned by and inferior to.

Drake knew he could spew an endless litany of flattering sentiments—all true and heartfelt—but they wouldn’t quite repair the damage the way similar sentiments coming from Jane could.

So, once again he remained on the fringes. A difficult place to linger. A torturous restraint, really, that made him realize how important this woman was to him. Whatever he’d thought he and Jane were up to this evening had swiftly morphed into something entirely different when they’d learned all the intricacies of the situation.

Now he better understood the reasons why Shana had retreated into herself. But as much as he was dying to remedy all that ailed her, he had to recognize—and accept—his own limitations in the matter. He had to take a step back and see that what plagued her was not so much about being snubbed by men—which he could certainly make up for given how attracted he was to her and how desperately he wanted to shelter her from any hurt feelings—but that she’d felt insignificant when compared to other women. Women who looked like Jane.

Given all of this, he stayed rooted where he was. The outsider looking in, though the occasional glances that came his way from Shana provided a hint of relief as they confirmed she was still as fascinated by and as drawn to him as he was her.

But she too recognized the intimacy between her and Jane for what it was. A cleansing of sorts, yes. More specifically, though, he sensed the attraction on Shana’s part went far beyond the need for acceptance. Despite her vampire strength, Jane’s size conveyed fragility and delicacy. But her passion knew no bounds and that passion obviously called to Shana’s.

How could he possibly deny her an ounce of fulfillment, even if it was delivered by someone other than him?

“You obsess over stuff even more than I do.”