Seth looked down at his watch. “Do you need to freshen up before we leave?”

“Sure. I’ll only be a minute.”

Tara went into the bathroom and reapplied her lipstick, dabbing it with a tissue. Then, after a moment’s hesitation, she reached in and pulled her boobs up for Seth’s ogling pleasure. The high quality of the dress prevented her from looking too promiscuous. She was just the right amount of promiscuous.

Seth was waiting by the front door when she returned from the bathroom. He was grinning like a little boy. He was so adorable, yet he never stopped being sexy as hell.

“Ready?” he said, offering her his arm.

“As I’ll ever be.” She hooked her arm through his and held her breath as he opened the door. What had him so excited?

A limo? He got us a freaking limo!

When they stepped outside, the chauffeur jumped out of his seat, and came around to open the rear door for them.

“Seth,” she whispered, tugging on his arm. “There’s a limo here.”

“I know,” he whispered back. “It’s for us.”

Tara shrieked and locked her arms around his neck, hugging him close. “Prom night is so much fun.”

“It really is. When I was preparing all of this, I was just thinking of you, but I might be enjoying this more than you.” Seth gently pulled down her arms and grabbed one of her hands. “Let’s go. Our chauffeur is waiting.”

They ran the rest of the way to the limousine and got inside. If she was expecting a tacky interior with white leather and disco lights, she would’ve been way off. The black leather was as soft as Morgan’s cheeks, and the mahogany trim gave the car old-time elegance.

“Would you like some champagne?” Seth reached for the bar in the side compartment. “Or a martini?”

“No, thank you.” She sat close beside Seth, shoulders and legs touching. “I would rather live out another one of my fantasies. Having a hot makeout session in the back of a limo.”

“I think that can be arranged,” he growled as he kissed her neck, and smoothed his hand down the side of her torso until he had a firm grip on her hip.

He quickly made his way down to her cleavage, and kissed the tops of her breasts almost reverently. “God, I wanted to kiss you like this that night. You’re so beautiful.”

“Are you talking to me? Or my boobs?” she said, tangling her hands through his hair and holding him in place.

“Your boobs. Definitely your boobs.” His muffled laughter made her want to slap his arm, but when his tongue dipped under her dress and bra, she forgot everything.

“They like you, too. Very much.” She moaned deeply, writhing against him. “Stay a while longer.”

“With pleasure.”

When she didn’t think she could stand any more, he finally lifted his head and captured her lips in a kiss so sweet and so passionate that she pulled her dress up to her hips and straddled him to better enjoy it. He growled his approval and deepened the kiss, digging his fingers into her hair. It had taken her nearly half an hour to get her hair into an updo, but she didn’t give a damn. He could dishevel the hell out of her until she looked thoroughly ravished. On second thought, he should go ahead and ravish her.