SeduceMe by Calista Fox Page A

panties, Shana’s eyes flew wide open and she
bolted upright. Her long, thick curls spilled over her shoulders and her chest
heaved.
    “Oh my God!”
    Drake and Jane both froze in place. But Shana didn’t
retreat. It wasn’t as if she’d just realized what they were all truly up to—he
could see the fiery excitement still blazing in her eyes. No, the way she
stared at them both—first at Drake over Jane’s shoulder and then at Jane—made
him think she’d just gotten a very good idea of how stimulating this rendezvous
could be.
    Indeed, she detangled her fingers from Jane’s hair and
fisted her hands, then opened them, stretching her fingers. A ripple of something
dark and wondrous seemed to shimmy down her spine as she wiggled in her seat.
And then she did something completely unexpected to them both—mostly Jane.
    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