One Reckless Summer by Toni Blake Page B

cocoon them. They swayed and turned ever-so-slowly, and Jenny got a little lost in the moment, in the simple effortlessness of it, dancing with a man, not thinking very much, just listening to a romantic song her mother had once loved and letting it build a pleasant memory for her.
    “This isn’t bad,” Mick said low and soft near her ear. “Now I can see why guys bother going to dances.”
    Without forethought, she smiled up at him, and realized how close his eyes were to hers, how close their mouths were, that somewhere in the last minute or so their bodies had grown closer, too. She’d forgotten to keep concentrating on the separation, and now her breasts brushed against his chest.
    He gazed down on her with heavy-lidded eyes. “So, did you lose your virginity after the prom, pussycat?”
    She blinked up at him and knew she looked surprised.
    “I’ve just heard that’s how it happens a lot,” he explained.
    “Oh. Well…no.” She glanced down. Despite everything that had taken place between them already, she hadn’t expected to suddenly be talking about sex with him again.
    “Before that?” he asked, clearly curious.
    She couldn’t help laughing. “No again.”
    “Why not?” He sounded sincerely curious.
    And she bit her lip, peering back up at him. “He tried, but I said no.”
    “The guy in the picture?”
    Adam. Her first real boyfriend. She nodded quietly.
    And Mick raised his eyebrows slightly. “You didn’t want to?”
    She didn’t know how to answer except honestly. “I…did, but I wanted to be in love, and I wasn’t. I wanted sex…to mean something.”
    He drew back slightly, clearly caught off guard. She understood why, after their encounter in the woods. “Time changes things, I guess,” he offered.
    Jenny couldn’t help feeling a little embarrassed. By all of it. “What happened with you…wasn’t normal for me.”
    “Why’d you do it then? I would have stopped if you’d told me to.”
    They still moved to the music, swaying gently. “I…can’t explain it.”
    “It was good , pussycat. Really good.”
    She felt his words in her chest, and lower. She felt how close their bodies were now, closer than before, almost pressed together. And—dear God—was he getting hard ? There? Against her belly? She bit her lip once more and cast her eyes down.
    A few seconds later, he spoke again. “Thanks for teaching me to dance. It’s…kinda nice.”
    More than kinda. Her whole body tingled, almost pulsing with heat. Feeling a little lost again, to more than just the song, the dance, she lifted her eyes back to his face once more to murmur, “Yeah.”
    Those sexy eyes were fully open now, burning on her like blue flames. “So, back in high school, did people ever, you know, make out on the dance floor?”
    She laughed, nodded. “Yeah, but then a teacher would always come along and separate them.”
    He smiled—yet it quickly faded to something much hotter as he said, “No teachers here now, pussycat.”
    She didn’t answer—too busy trembling inside. Her whole body ached for him. How had she gotten back in this position— aching for Mick Brody?
    You asked him to dance, that’s how! Oh brother, she couldn’t believe she’d done that.
    But she had. And now he was leaning forward, tentatively, as slowly as any boy on a first date, lowering his mouth to hers.
    She sank into the kiss readily—there was no stopping it. She pressed her lips to his, drinking him in, the warm, salty taste of him laced with the flavor of iced tea. As one kiss turned into two, he parted his lips, let his tongue push through, and she instinctively met it with her own. She surged with moisture below just to kiss him that way, that intimately. Strange, she’d had sex with him already, but something about this, licking at each other’s tongues, felt even more up-close-and-personal.
    Warm, powerful waves of longing washed over her as Mick’s kisses grew deeper, longer. He massaged her ass and drew her