His words kept replaying themselves in her head. Part of her wanted to gape at his arrogance. Part of her wanted to cringe as she realized how close it had been, him touching her like that while Kate and her boyfriend were not even fifteen feet away. She might like to play, but she’d always considered sex something that needed to be done in private. Jaynie had never had problems keeping Dean from getting too hot and heavy, but with Brian, after those first couple of seconds, she hadn’t cared. Still didn’t. That small part of her brain that clung to embarrassment was still ranting at her. But the rest of her? The rest of her burned with anticipation. One thing was certain—Jaynie sure as hell didn’t feel frigid. She lay on her bed, still wearing the double-layered tank tops from earlier and her panties. She’d taken off the brief excuse for a skirt and she really needed to get up and change. Change into what, though? Yeah, she had bought some sexy undies but that was so—predictable.
