She cut off the water and smoothed her jeans out with wet hands. The song ended. She froze, not wanting to go back to the table when Shane arrived with her new woman. She leaned against the wall, stalling until she could clear her thoughts.
The bathroom door opened. Shane's tall form filled the space. Morgan's gaze slowly slid over her like raindrops falling down a windowpane. Shane closed the door.
Morgan's heart jumped into her throat to see such heated passion in the depths of her eyes. She let her breath out and watched Shane close the space between them. She stared into Shane's eyes, feeling butterflies flap helplessly in her stomach.
Shane's lips clamped over hers. A tongue slid into her mouth, awakening every nerve ending in her body. A moan started in the pit of her gut, escaped into Shane's mouth. Tongues explored while fingers wove into short waves and long curls of each other's hair.
Morgan jerked back from the embrace, panting short breaths, confusion clouding her thoughts. She slowly swiped the back of her hand across her swollen lips, staring at the floor, feeling heat course between her legs.
She slowly shook her head and looked up into mesmerizing green eyes. "I can't do this, Shane."
Want was written across every laugh line on Shane's face. A smile lifted the corners of her mouth. Morgan shot around her and pushed her way through the door.
She paced back to the table. Her mind screamed to run back, to endure another powerful kiss, but kept walking, faster with every step, terrified of the helpless feeling inside her. She sank down in the chair, chills running down her legs, and looked up. Rachel leaned over the table and grinned from ear to ear at her.
Before she could say a word, Jay jumped up from his chair, grabbed Rachel and Steve by the arm and dragged them to the dance floor. Morgan unclenched her fists and sank back to stew in her thoughts.
Shane inched into the vacated chair, a smug smile plastered on her lips, making the hair stand up on Morgan's neck. She ignored the smile, turning to watch Jay dance his goofy dance. He was never much for dancing to the beat of the music. He had his own music playing in his head.
Fingers slid across her leg. Her heart stumbled. She turned her gaze on Shane, only inches from her face.
"Let's get out of her, Morgan."
Heat burrowed between Morgan's legs. She shook her head and managed a desperate whisper. "I can't. You're my client."
"Yes, you can. Let me show you how." Shane pulled her arm, leading her out of the chair.
She let Shane lead her like a scolded dog, unable to bark her objections. She wanted to be led. She wanted to be mastered by such heated hands.