Wild - Jaci Burton Page 0,39
the parking lot, turning his head from side to side. Anywhere but meeting Seth’s gaze. He shrugged, then finally looked at him. “Nothing else to do. Thought I’d check out the party.”
“You knew I was going to bring Abby here.”
Rolling his eyes, Mike said, “Oh, so now I’m psychic? How the hell was I supposed to know you were going to bring her here? Should I have called you first before I came here?”
Shit. Mike was right. He didn’t know Seth was bringing Abby here tonight. “This is going to be complicated.”
Mike shoved his hands in his jeans and shrugged. “It doesn’t have to be.”
“Maybe not for you. Goddammit, Mike, I don’t want you to see her!”
“But I’m going to. If she agrees. I’m sorry, Seth.”
“Fine. But if I happen to see the two of you when you’re out, I won’t muscle in on your date.”
Mike nodded. “You got me there. I’m sorry, man. You’re right. I overstepped, and I shouldn’t have. I’ll see you at work, buddy.” He held out his hand, and Seth took it.
“Thanks. I’ll see you at work.”
He watched Mike walk away, then went back inside. Abby looked like a deer caught in the headlights at the start of hunting season. “It’s okay. He’s gone.”
She turned to face him. “I’m so sorry. I just didn’t know what to say.”
He pulled her chair closer, fitting her knees between his outstretched legs. “It’s complicated for all of us. I understand. And so does Mike.” Tucking a piece of errant hair behind her ear, he said, “If I had it my way, I’d keep you all to myself.”
Her eyes widened. “You would?”
“Yeah. What do you think about that?”
She grabbed her bottom lip with her teeth, then let go. “I don’t know. This weekend has been a wild rush, and I don’t know what to make of all of it, Seth. I don’t know how to answer that just yet.”
He bent in and pressed his lips to hers. “Fair enough. How about a dance?”
She tilted her head and grinned as the familiar strains of “Unchained Melody” began to play. “And they’re playing my favorite love song.”
“Then my timing is perfect, isn’t it?” He stood and held out his hand.
Abby loved this song. Seth pulled her into his arms and against his body, his warmth erasing all the tension of a few moments ago. She had no idea what went down between Mike and him outside, but he didn’t seem angry at all, so they must have worked it out. Either way, she was relieved not to be caught in the middle anymore.
Now she could enjoy her time with one man. The other one she’d worry about later.
And this particular man was a great dancer. He twirled her around the floor, dipping her, turning her, holding her tight against his muscular body, and leading her like a master.
“Where did you learn to dance?”
“My mother insisted we take lessons when we were kids. I loathed them at the time. But now I can see the benefits.”
When his hand pressed into the small of her back, driving her toward his thigh, her eyes widened. “You’re exceptionally good at it. I’m putty in your hands.”
“Does that mean you’ll do anything I ask?”
“Depends on what it is. You have something particular in mind?”
The band moved from one slow song to another, so they kept dancing. She liked being in Seth’s arms. It felt . . . right, somehow. They fit together perfectly.
“I have lots of things in mind.”
“For example?”
“Spending the evening with you alone for starters. I like this.”
Despite the crowded dance floor and people bumping into them left and right, to Abby, they were the only two people in the room. Seth made her forget there was anyone else around them. “I like it, too.”
“Do you know your lips part and you breathe through your mouth when you’re aroused?”
She arched a brow. “I do?”
“Yeah. And you tug on your lower lip when you’re thinking about something. Or you’re nervous.”
“I do not.”
“Yeah you do. And it makes me want to take that pouty little lip between my teeth and bite it.”
Desire flooded between her legs, her nipples hardening. She realized just then that her lips were parted, and she smiled.
“I want you, Abby.”
He bent her over his arm, then righted her, insinuating his hard cock between her legs. She gasped at the exquisite sensation. Between her thin panties and the silk sundress, there wasn’t much fabric between her clit and his erection. “Then get me