small, feminine. The heightened awareness made her body unbearably sensitive. Her breasts felt heavy and swollen, the nipples rasping uncomfortably against her PJs.
God, why was she still sitting here, doing this to herself? She really should leave. She should, but…it was too delicious to walk away from this just yet. The feel of them. The erotic idea of being with both of them.
Liam shifted beside her. A forbidden part of her wanted to lean over and rub against him. Instead she pressed closer to Nathan and forced out a slow, deep breath. They were torturing her with their innate masculine sensuality, and they didn’t even realize it.
At least, Liam didn’t realize it. She was afraid Nathan knew all too well what she was thinking.
Images continued to flicker across the TV screen, but she didn’t see any of them. Closing her eyes, just for a moment she allowed herself to fantasize about what it would be like. She’d turn to Nathan and kiss him, press her body flush against his. If she did that right in front of Liam, Nathan would know exactly what it meant and what she wanted. Then he’d take over. Completely.
The thought dragged another quiver out of her, her damp pussy clenching against the painful ache inside. His tender dominance always turned her into a quivering mass of need.
The fantasy fast-forwarded until she was spread out on the leather couch while Nathan and Liam used their hands and mouths to bring her to a shattering climax.
Her breath caught in her throat.
Nathan glanced down at her. His knowing eyes held a good amount of heat and a sudden awareness that made her stomach grab. Time to go.
But when she tried to get up Nathan held her fast with that hand on her neck. She tensed, and the first stirrings of unease crept in when Liam looked at her and didn’t move away. He was too close.
“I like the feel of you against me,” Nathan said softly against her temple. His warm breath stirred the fine hairs there, sending a shiver cascading through her.
Liam still hadn’t moved.
She didn’t dare look over her shoulder at him, afraid of what she’d find in his eyes and embarrassed that Nathan was practically seducing her right in front of him. Did Liam know? Was he getting turned on and hoping they’d involve him? Her throat constricted. Oh God. If they pushed her right now, they’d undoubtedly break through her resolve in a matter of minutes and then there’d be no going back. And in the morning she’d have to face what she’d let them do.
No.
She tugged against his hold, but Nathan didn’t release her. Caught between them, she stared helplessly up into his gray eyes. Please don’t. Please don’t use my body against me. “I have to go to bed,” she managed, her voice husky with the vicious arousal she was fighting so hard to hide.
But Nathan knew her too well. He knew exactly what was happening to her; she could see it in his eyes.
His hand moved into her hair and held the back of her skull. She started to shake her head, but he leaned in and kissed her. Slowly. Firmly. Warmth, pressure and a hint of tongue that left her trembling and breathless. She curled one hand into his shirt and gripped it hard, tortured by the need clawing at her, by the feel of him and the knowledge that he would give this to her if she asked for it. Then he pulled back.
She blinked up at him, flushed and weak and too afraid to move.
Holding her gaze, he removed his hand from her head and swept his thumb across her blazing hot cheek. “You sure?”
“Yes.” She’d never been surer of anything.
He held her there another moment, searching her eyes. Just when she thought he’d take things further and kiss her again, he let her go, albeit reluctantly.
Surprised, she blinked and climbed to her feet, nearly stumbling over Liam’s long legs in her haste to escape. “G’night,” she blurted, and made a beeline for the bedroom.
Closing the door behind her, she leaned against it and shut her eyes. God,
God, why was she still sitting here, doing this to herself? She really should leave. She should, but…it was too delicious to walk away from this just yet. The feel of them. The erotic idea of being with both of them.
Liam shifted beside her. A forbidden part of her wanted to lean over and rub against him. Instead she pressed closer to Nathan and forced out a slow, deep breath. They were torturing her with their innate masculine sensuality, and they didn’t even realize it.
At least, Liam didn’t realize it. She was afraid Nathan knew all too well what she was thinking.
Images continued to flicker across the TV screen, but she didn’t see any of them. Closing her eyes, just for a moment she allowed herself to fantasize about what it would be like. She’d turn to Nathan and kiss him, press her body flush against his. If she did that right in front of Liam, Nathan would know exactly what it meant and what she wanted. Then he’d take over. Completely.
The thought dragged another quiver out of her, her damp pussy clenching against the painful ache inside. His tender dominance always turned her into a quivering mass of need.
The fantasy fast-forwarded until she was spread out on the leather couch while Nathan and Liam used their hands and mouths to bring her to a shattering climax.
Her breath caught in her throat.
Nathan glanced down at her. His knowing eyes held a good amount of heat and a sudden awareness that made her stomach grab. Time to go.
But when she tried to get up Nathan held her fast with that hand on her neck. She tensed, and the first stirrings of unease crept in when Liam looked at her and didn’t move away. He was too close.
“I like the feel of you against me,” Nathan said softly against her temple. His warm breath stirred the fine hairs there, sending a shiver cascading through her.
Liam still hadn’t moved.
She didn’t dare look over her shoulder at him, afraid of what she’d find in his eyes and embarrassed that Nathan was practically seducing her right in front of him. Did Liam know? Was he getting turned on and hoping they’d involve him? Her throat constricted. Oh God. If they pushed her right now, they’d undoubtedly break through her resolve in a matter of minutes and then there’d be no going back. And in the morning she’d have to face what she’d let them do.
No.
She tugged against his hold, but Nathan didn’t release her. Caught between them, she stared helplessly up into his gray eyes. Please don’t. Please don’t use my body against me. “I have to go to bed,” she managed, her voice husky with the vicious arousal she was fighting so hard to hide.
But Nathan knew her too well. He knew exactly what was happening to her; she could see it in his eyes.
His hand moved into her hair and held the back of her skull. She started to shake her head, but he leaned in and kissed her. Slowly. Firmly. Warmth, pressure and a hint of tongue that left her trembling and breathless. She curled one hand into his shirt and gripped it hard, tortured by the need clawing at her, by the feel of him and the knowledge that he would give this to her if she asked for it. Then he pulled back.
She blinked up at him, flushed and weak and too afraid to move.
Holding her gaze, he removed his hand from her head and swept his thumb across her blazing hot cheek. “You sure?”
“Yes.” She’d never been surer of anything.
He held her there another moment, searching her eyes. Just when she thought he’d take things further and kiss her again, he let her go, albeit reluctantly.
Surprised, she blinked and climbed to her feet, nearly stumbling over Liam’s long legs in her haste to escape. “G’night,” she blurted, and made a beeline for the bedroom.
Closing the door behind her, she leaned against it and shut her eyes. God,
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