Which gave her an idea.
She flipped around and moved toward Shawnelle. “I think we can help Haley with her sex life while we’re out here on the dance floor.”
“Oh, yeah? How’s that?”
Elizabeth motioned toward the VIP table, and it didn’t take but a few seconds for Shawnelle to make the connection.
“I see your point. Haley, honey, sandwich yourself in between Elizabeth and me, and let’s do a little dirty dancing.”
Haley’s eyes went wide. “Huh?”
Elizabeth moved in closer to Haley. “You want your man to want you, right?”
“Yes.”
“Then you gotta turn him on,” Shawnelle said.
“Men love to see women together,” Elizabeth explained.
Haley looked up at her. “They do? Why?”
Elizabeth shrugged and bumped her hip against Haley’s. “No clue. Something about the fantasy of girl-on-girl action gets their motors running.”
“Which means that you and me and Elizabeth are going to give your husband something to fantasize about. And when you get him in bed with you tonight, you’re going to ask him just how hot he thought it was.”
Shawnelle slipped her arm around Haley’s waist, and Elizabeth did the same.
“What do I do?” Haley asked.
“Look at us like you want to eat us for breakfast,” Elizabeth said.
“And move your body like you do when you’re in bed,” Shawnelle added. “Tommy’s imagination will do the rest.”
“Oh, okay. I can do that.”
Haley was a quick study. Though petite, she could move her hips. She tilted her head back, turned on her charm, and gazed at Elizabeth and Shawnelle like they were goddesses and she wanted whatever they were offering.
The three of them undulated against each other to the slow, sexy beat of the song; snaked their hands up and down rib cages, waists, and hips; rocked crotches against asses; and put on quite a show for the guys. By the time the song finished and Elizabeth headed back to the table, it was patently obvious that Tommy wasn’t the only man at the VIP table turned on. Gavin’s dark gaze latched on to hers. He stood and held out his hand for her. She caught the telltale ridge of his erection. She took a couple sips of her drink and started to sit.
“Not yet. Let’s dance.”
“Okay.”
He led her out onto the dance floor and pulled her into his arms. As she suspected, he was a very capable dancer.
“We’ve never danced together before,” she said as he moved her into the center of the floor.
“We haven’t?”
“No.” She’d been to parties with him before, events where there had been dancing. He’d either had a companion already, or she avoided getting that close to him.
“I guess I just never noticed that before.”
She shrugged. “No reason for you and I to dance together, was there?”
He scrutinized her with a look. “Guess not.”
Shawnelle and Haley were both dancing with their husbands. It gave Elizabeth a great deal of pride to see Tommy’s hands on Haley’s ass. Haley looked like she’d just reached nirvana. Her eyes were closed, and she laid her head against Tommy’s chest. Elizabeth wouldn’t be at all surprised if Haley ended up having dy***ite sex tonight.
“Enjoy that show you put on?” Gavin asked.
She turned her attention back to Gavin. “Immensely. Did you?”
He snaked his hand down her lower back to the top of her butt and pressed in, making sure she could feel his erection. “A lot. I take it you’ve bonded with Shawnelle and Haley.”
She grinned. “You could say that.”
“I had no idea you were into women.”
She tilted her head back and laughed. “I’m not. That was for Haley.”
He frowned. “I don’t get it.”
She pressed against him to whisper in his ear. “She’s trying to sex up her husband a little more. Things in the bedroom haven’t been exactly great for the two of them. We were helping out.”
Gavin leaned back. “Oh. Well, after your performance on the dance floor, that should do it.”
She slid her fingers over his goatee. “Worked for you, didn’t it?”
“You saying I need sexing up?”
She pressed her thigh between his legs, rubbed against his erection. “Honey, any more sexing up and you’ll kill me.”
He brushed his lips against hers. “Glad I’m able to satisfy you.”
Butterflies danced in her belly. Gavin was dangerous to her in so many ways. She should have turned around and run like hell back to Saint Louis when he asked her to stay with him.
But it was just sex. At least to him. He had no idea how she felt about him. As long as she remembered that, she could survive this.
SIX
GAVIN DRANK A WHISKEY OUT ON THE DECK, LISTENING to the sound of the waves. This was always his favorite part of the night. Sometimes he’d sit here for hours, just listening to the sound of the ocean.
But tonight he was plotting. Elizabeth might have distracted him earlier with amazing sex, but he still wanted answers from her.
Why he cared about who she was before, he had no idea. It really didn’t play into what they had right now, but for some reason he wanted to know. And for some reason she didn’t want him to know. And he thrived on competition, on winning.
She was in the bathroom changing, washing her makeup off, taking her hair down.
Time to make his move.
He laid the glass down on the kitchen counter and headed into the bedroom.
She stood in the bathroom brushing her hair, wearing only a cream strapless bra and matching panties. He went into his drawer and pulled out four neckties, grateful for the occasional media interviews he had to give that required him to dress up. He threw the ties on the seat at the foot of the bed, then went into the bathroom to press a kiss on the soft skin between her neck and shoulder. She smiled at him in the mirror, the softness of her green eyes mesmerizing him. He saw something in them. A vulnerability or something else he couldn’t figure out, and he was struck by a punch to the gut so strong it almost knocked him to his knees.
What would it be like to see a woman like Elizabeth in his bathroom every night, to have someone to come home to instead of an empty house?
He’d never wanted a woman in his life before, never craved companionship. He liked his life just the way it was, liked being able to travel, to come and go as he pleased without having to answer to anyone. He had no ties and no obligations.