and the mandatory dances and events had been accomplished without a single snag. In short, Laine's job was complete. She slumped back in her chair and reached for the flute of champagne that had been waiting for two hours. It was flat and warm, but it didn't matter, she was ready to toast herself for a day without flaw.
Her fingers no more than grazed the glass when it was swept out of her reach and another fizzing flute presented. She looked up into Jason's face.
"Nothing worse than flat champagne.” He was staring again, that possessive, sexy, blue-eyed stare.
"I guess you're my hero, then."
"You've finally noticed. Have a sip of that bubbly and take a spin around the dance floor with me. They're playing our song."
Laine paused with the flute halfway to her lips. She had no idea what kind of dancer Jason was, but the song was slow and smooth, and she didn't think she'd get her feet stepped on too much since it was already half over. What the hell.
After savoring a long, sweet sip of champagne, she offered her hand to Jason and allowed him to escort her onto the floor. With a smooth sweep of his arm, he circled her into his chest and proceeded to lead. He was easy to follow and, though it wasn't anything flashy or complicated, dancing with Jason made her feel like Ginger Rogers. He was good. She could get used to the solid feel of his body against her own, the gentle press and pull of his warm palm against the small of her back, the rub of his thighs against her hips.
Moist breath swirled around her ear as Jason bowed his head toward hers. “So in July, when I take you to my cottage, pack light. Or don't bother packing at all. I'm planning to keep you naked for the entire Sunday to Wednesday stay. No worries, you won't miss a single Saturday. You can bring a suitcase filled with those high heels I love so much. Wear them when you're feeling formal. But I want to see you naked every second I'm with you."
Laine's smile froze in place. Heat pooled in her belly and swirled lower as she listened to the promise of things to come if she accommodated his desire to keep her naked for a little trip. He knew what to say and how to say it. He was so confident. Like he knew she wanted to comply, to strip for him that very minute to see what reward there would be for pleasing him.
Damn he was so good, too good. Dangerously good.
She tried to pull away, but his hold on her was firm.
"No way, I've been waiting all week to get this close to you. You're done for the night. I think it's time you said your goodbyes and got on with your own plans."
Her heart beat faster, and she felt the skin across her chest heat as her nipples tightened and rose against the peach silk sheath she wore.
"Jason...” What did she want to say? Maybe it was just the need to have his name on her lips, but it was all she could get out.
The hand that held hers between their chests slipped free, Jason's fingers traced over her collarbone, lower to the deep neckline of her dress. His touch was electric.
"I want you,” he whispered, his lips grazing the outer ridge of her ear. “I can't stop touching you. I want to stroke the softest parts of you, taste your sweetness."
Laine shuddered in his arms. She sounded breathless to her own ears. “Let's get out of here."
The elevator doors swooshed shut, and Jason pulled her into his arms, his mouth crushing against hers as he backed her against the mirrored wall.
"What if the doors open?” she gasped, not really caring if some geriatric tourist was in the elevator with them that instant, so long as Jason kept touching her.
"It's going to the penthouse,” he murmured against the tender skin beneath her jaw. “No stops until the top. No security."
Laine's gaze fixed on their reflection in far wall. “I like to see us together like this. It's sexy."
Jason's head rose, and he followed her gaze over his shoulder. Stepping to the side so that more of her was revealed, he smiled. “Very. Take off the