Nic wanted to watch. He wanted to be there when she and Duke had sex so he
could participate, if only vicariously.
And surprisingly, the thought didn’t make her squeamish in the least. Why
would it? Her ultimate fantasy involved both of these men in her bed. Her
only problem with the scenario was that she was afraid she’d reach for Nic
and be upset that she couldn’t touch him.
"Yes, I know what he wants."
Duke’s gaze narrowed. "And you’re okay
with that?"
Her brows lifted as she put her hands
on her hips. "Why? Aren’t you?"
Duke looked shocked, the second time
she’d done that to him in the past day. Her average was improving.
But she didn’t have long to savor her victory.
Duke stepped right in front of the recliner and reached for her, pulling
her to her feet. She wound up so close, she could smell the sweat on his
skin. So close she could see the individual pores of his skin and lick the
beads of sweat on his skin, if she wanted...
And she wanted.
Blessed Goddess, she wanted.
She took a deep breath, taking his
scent deep into her lungs and letting it seep into her body. It spread
like magic, making her tingle all over. But she didn’t have time to savor
the feeling because Duke cupped her chin in his hand to tilt her face up
and covered her mouth with his.
He kissed her, hard, his mouth
demanding she open to him. When she did, he slid his tongue between her
lips and tasted her. His unique flavor, dark and spicy, made her moan.
She nearly fell into a puddle of lust
at his feet. Her arms curved around his neck as she pressed against him
until he put his hands under her arms and lifted her.
Her feet left the floor and she slid
her hands into his hair as he kissed the breath out of her. As she slid up
his body, she rubbed against his erection, feeling the tip of his shaft
press against her mound. She tilted her hips into him, rubbing against
him, trying to ease the ache between her legs.
He let her torment him for only seconds
before he wrapped one arm around her to hold her in place and let the
other drop to the waistband of her jeans. Ripping them open with furious
fingers, he shoved them down her legs to fall on the floor.
His roughness only served to inflame
her fast-growing passion and she nipped his tongue. He reared back,
exactly what she’d been going for, and she began to string a line of
kisses up his chin.
He let her have her way but only for a
few seconds. Then he held her away from him and spun her around.
Her startled gaze landed on Nic, now sitting on the couch, watching them
with an expression that made her chest tighten to the point of pain. His
eyes burned with a wildness she’d never seen there before. His mouth was a
flat hard line and a muscle ticked in his jaw.
He hadn’t been wearing a shirt to begin
with and her gaze locked onto his chest, rising and falling as if he
couldn’t catch his breath.
His left hand fisted into the cushion
next to him but his right had pushed beneath the waistband of his loose
cotton pants. The tip of his cock had escaped, the flushed head distended.
A drop of slick moisture glistened there.
And the hand beneath his pants worked
his cock in a slow, steady motion.
Her lungs contracted along with every
other muscle in her body. Especially those between her legs. She
wanted—no, she
