The thought of being out with him, of dancing, losing herself in him and letting the music take over thrilled her. No matter how many other women watched him, lusted after him, or wished he’d talk to them, JP would be going home with her.
Other women would be jealous. There was no doubting that. She’d never admit it, but that notion gave her a secret thrill she should probably feel embarrassed about.
But she didn’t. Not tonight. Not in this dress. Instead, she felt powerful, sexy, beautiful.
All things she’d rarely allowed herself to feel because of her upbringing. So many things had changed in her life over the past few weeks, and she owed it all to the Bensons. They were terrific, accepting friends who’d introduced her to the fun side of life.
Her mother would need a sedative if she knew, but Hannah’s desires trumped the guilt over causing her mother anxiety for the first time in her life.
“Hannah! Get your hot ass in here.”
“Coming.” She dashed out of her closet, wobbling her way into the bathroom on the four-inch stilettos.
Making it through the night without breaking an ankle would be the real challenge.
“YOU BE A good girl for Uncle Jag and Aunt Ronnie. Okay?”
Kayla wiggled her arms and grabbed for the toy giraffe JP held.
“Quit nagging her. She’s always the best girl,” Jag said as he strode into the room. “Aren’t you, my perfect niece?”
Kayla squealed and reached for Jagger.
Little traitor. She’d barely been in his life longer than a month, and he had already lost his spot as favorite adult.
“Changed my mind. Make sure you have a diaper blowout, spit up all over Uncle Jagger, and scream all night long.”
With a snort, Jagger came and plucked Kayla from his arms. “Pfft, she would never. She’s always a perfect angel baby for her favorite uncle.” He lowered his voice and whispered, “But if you want to give Aunt Ronnie a hard time, feel free.”
The front door swung open. “I heard that,” Ronnie said as she ran into the house. “And I’ll make you pay for it as soon as I pee.”
A Ronnie-shaped whir blew through the den and down the hallway.
“Why is your auntie so weird?” Jagger asked Kayla in a high-pitched voice. “Can you tell me that? Please don’t turn out like her.”
Snickering, JP turned as he heard the click-clack of high heels coming up behind him. “You ladies just about ready—holy fuck.”
Instant boner.
In-stant. The blood fled from his limbs and brain, straight to his cock. He didn’t even bother to be discreet as he adjusted himself. Maybe he should have worn a loser pair of jeans.
“Classy, bro,” Jagger said as he covered Kayla’s eyes. “Hannah, you look gorgeous.”
“Hey!” JP snapped. “Don’t look at her. In fact, go to another room. What I’m about to do to her might not be appropriate for little ones. Or grown men with the intelligence of an infant.”
“Classy and clever. You’re a lucky woman, Hannah,” Jag said as he rolled his eyes. But he turned and made his way into the kitchen.
Hannah stood behind the couch with wide eyes and pink cheeks. And more makeup than he’d ever seen on her. She looked downright sinful with a dark smoky shadow around her eyes, ruby-red lips, and those damn delicious tits taunting him.
“Christ, woman, you are sexy as fuck. Tell me you know how smokin’ hot you look. Shit, I’m gonna be fighting assholes all night, aren’t I?”
With a shake of her head, she walked closer. “No. My attention couldn’t possibly be diverted from you. You look amazing as well.”
He’d gone with a pair of dark jeans and a slim-fitting charcoal button-up made from a satiny cloth. Rolled sleeves, some hair-styling time in front of the mirror, and a spritz of his favorite cologne completed the outfit. He was vain enough to notice he looked good.
“Thank you, beautiful, but I’ve not nothing on you. Seriously, every man in the club is gonna be hard as hell the moment they set their beady eyes on you.”
“Thank you,” she squeaked, smoothing the front of the unwrinkled dress.
Aww, his girl was nervous and maybe a little shy. Crazy considering how hot she was, but so fitting with the Hannah he’d come to know.
He walked around the couch until he stood in front of her. Unable to keep from touching her for a second longer, he rested his hands on her waist and put his lips to her neck, nibbling his way up to her jaw as he walked her back toward the wall.
A breathy sigh left her as she tilted her head to give him better access. Getting to watch Hannah discover her sensual side and teaching her all there was to love about sex was turning to be one of the highlights of his life. She embraced everything with an open mind, eager to experience it all with him. Underneath her curiosity and responsiveness lived a hint of apprehension and modesty he found endearing as hell. Especially since she lost all bashfulness as soon as the pleasure hit a certain point.