Free SeduceMe by Calista Fox

you.”
    Before Shana could ask what she meant, Jane leaned forward,
stretching upward and brushing her lips over Shana’s.
    It hardly qualified as a kiss. It was a mere featherlight
touch that almost didn’t exist, it was so delicate. Yet it was so deliciously
perfect in every way—mostly because it delivered another unspoken answer to her
questions.
    “You’re breathtaking,” Jane said, her green eyes shimmering
in the soft glow of the chandelier and embers.
    Her whole life, Shana had wanted to hear those words. To
hear them and believe in them, to be exact. And of course, she’d always
wanted to feel someone else’s lips against hers.
    While her insecurities and self-consciousness wanted to
rebuff Jane’s words and actions, the awe in Jane’s eyes and voice could not be
disputed.
    The tables instantly turned. She was no longer in need of an
invitation into their world. It became quite obvious to her in that instant,
they were awaiting an invitation into hers.
    She gently eased her and Jane’s clasped hands from Jane’s
chest and pressed them against the skin exposed by her one-shoulder dress.
“You’re not cold to me,” she said, knowing now that was a touch-point with
Jane. Her own insecurity and vulnerability. “In fact, it’s refreshing. Because
I’m burning up.”
    The confidence Jane had so easily exuded up until fifteen or
so minutes ago returned. She smiled and said, “You’re not at all what I
expected.”
    “That’s because I’ve never felt so sure of myself until this
very moment.” Her head dipped and she swept her lips over Jane’s, mimicking the
earlier gesture.
    Jane let out a soft moan. “So warm,” she mused. “And supple.
Cozy. Against my cold lips, it’s like snuggling under a thick down comforter on
a crisp autumn night.”
    “I want something for you too,” Shana said. “To feel the
same heat I do.”
    Jane stared up at her, gratitude in her eyes, mingled with a
realization that they were kindred spirits. Shana could think of no better way
to describe it and she wanted to strengthen the bond.
    She bent her head again, and this time, she kissed Jane.
Really and truly kissed her. Their lips tangled for a few moments before their
mouths opened and Shana’s tongue swept over hers. The forbidden connotation
related to kissing another woman was sexy and enticing unto itself. Thrilling
because it was something she’d never imagined doing. Something she’d never
found appealing until she’d met Jane.
    But the actual feel of Jane’s cool breath mingling with her
warmth and the way Jane let her lead the kiss—despite Shana’s lack of
experience—made her even hotter. Jane had a way of following along that made it
easy for Shana to explore her mouth with her tongue, twisting it with Jane’s
before delving deep enough to make the other woman moan again.
    A sense of relief accompanied the sharp prickle of desire in
her cunt. Jane’s reaction to her was enough to make her let loose of her
inhibitions, because Shana felt the sincerity of it deep in her soul.
    From across the room, Shana heard Drake let out a low groan.
She pulled away from Jane and turned her head toward him, finding him pacing in
front of the fireplace.
    Jane giggled, an unexpected sound. “So jealous,” she
murmured.
    Shana returned her attention to Jane. “Of us?”
    “Of me, specifically. For being the one you kissed.”
    She slid her gaze Drake’s way again. Shana wanted to kiss
him as much as she’d craved the intimate contact with Jane—more, actually. But
she refused to lessen the significance of her romantic moment with Jane by
going to Drake.
    True, he looked tormented as he watched Shana release Jane’s
hand so Jane could flatten her palm against Shana’s bare shoulder. Drake’s
jealousy was evident as he rubbed the back of his neck and continued to pace.
But Shana was riveted to her seat, her desire sparking to life at that very
moment because of Jane.
    When she turned back to the other