Banshee Seduction (Montgomery's Sin Book 1) by Diane Saxon Page B

of her cheek and felt the soft flutter of her breath against his skin. Determined to remain focused, he marched her through the crowds deeper into the club.
    Daniel leaned on the bar, back to the room, like he didn’t want to speak to anyone. Roni slinked over to join a group of skinny women along the opposite side of the square bar, who encompassed her like she was their long lost friend.
    Just wanting to be closer to Ginny, Matt tugged her onto the dance floor and into his arms so he could absorb her scent and calm his raging beast.
    Who was he fooling? The moment his arms were about her, his flesh heated up, his blood began to race, and some wild wind gathered momentum in his head until his brain whirled with only one thought. Ginny.
    She raised her head, her sweet face upturned with a tremulous smile on her perfect lips. Tempted, he pressed his mouth against hers, snuggled her curvy body into his, and guided her hips in a sexy gyration to give him a thrill, and…poof!
    Shit. He stood in the middle of the dance floor looking for all the world like he was dancing on his own. Loser. Like a shot, he moved his arms down to his sides and edged his way through the crowds. If anyone had seen the sweet thing turn into an inferno, no one gave any indication in the flashing lights of the dance floor, but she’d singed his chest hairs, not to mention set his heart on fire. Not visible from the outside, it pulsed in response to her scent, which lay heavy on the air and slid across his senses.
    A bright flash of light grabbed his attention, and Matt stared across the room, narrowed his eyes, and used his multifaceted vision to pin down the source of light, unsure why Ginny would have appeared in that area of the club when every indication from the other night pointed to her turning up inside the ladies’ room.
    The light flashed again and lit the area briefly.
    A photographer. A little man with thick-rimmed glasses. Matt turned his head in the direction the guy faced and centered on Roni. Yeah. It would make sense. She was a world-famous model. Of course he would be photographing her, but… Ginny stepped out from behind Roni, and the camera flashed again.
    Puzzled, Matt made a move, and then watched as the guy turned, tossed a frightened look over his shoulder, and ran from the club. The guy was fast. He’d skittered away like some kind of weasel. Matt frowned and scanned the room. He scrutinized every aspect, every shadow, every light source, looking for a reason the guy had run, because he certainly hadn’t spotted Matt.
    His gaze met Daniel’s over the dancers’ heads. Daniel shrugged, turned back to the bar, and poured himself another…whiskey? Daniel was drinking whiskey? Matt made a move toward the bar, but the fresh smell of lemons and brimstone assailed his senses, and he turned to see Ginny making her way toward him through the writhing, lively clubbers. Every other thought left his head. He couldn’t contain the wide grin as she fluttered and flustered toward him, her slight figure getting bustled by the dancers, her pretty skin a deep rosy color. Her gaze met his, desperation tingeing her eyes, and he pushed his way forward. The crowd parted like the Red Sea.
    He held his hand out. She raised hers in warning. “Don’t touch me.”
    “What?”
    “Don’t touch me. I ruined my nail polish.”
    Truly confused, he tried to understand what she meant. She looked like it was the end of the world.
    “My nail polish…” He leaned down so her lips whispered across his ear; her soft breath stirred him. “You made me incinerate my nail polish.” She held her delicate hands out, palms down, and his mind emptied of every thought except the image of those clever little hands on his body, her neat fingernails scraping his flesh. He swallowed past the painful lump in his throat, tracked his gaze up to her wide-eyed stare, lust racing through him. He wet his dry lips with his tongue, her gaze dropped to his mouth, her lips