Ramagos, Tonya - Running from Angel [Sunset Cowboys 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Read Online Free PDF Page B

and pulling it up and over her head. The delicate front clasp of her bra gave her a second’s trouble when her fingers started to shake, but she managed, shrugging out of the straps and letting the lingerie fall to the floor behind her.
    Naked but for a pair of satin-and-lace thong panties, she became spellbound by the sight of the bed once again. Nerves warred with arousal, causing her to quiver from the inside out. Despite the chill in the room, sweat broke out on her upper lip. Her nipples beaded to hardened points. Her belly did a dance to rival the beat of the “Boot Scootin’ Boogie.” Moisture seeped through the thin cotton covering her pussy, and her knees felt likely to give way without warning.
    “Talk about confused emotions,” she said, doing her damnedest to push aside the angst and latch onto the thrill. She pushed her panties to the floor, stepped out of them, and grabbed the shirt she had selected. She only got two buttons fastened before the door to the bedroom eased open.
    Angel tensed, biting her bottom lip as she turned to face Jacob. She watched as his gaze slid down her body and saw when a predatory hunger overtook the gentleness she had come to expect from him.
    “You made a good choice.” His voice, gruff from his own obvious arousal, washed over her, sending ripples of need coursing through her. “Black looks good on you.”
    Angel tried to swallow but discovered she couldn’t because her mouth had gone instantly dry the second the door opened. “It does?”
    “Yeah, it does.” Three slow strides brought Jacob standing within arm’s reach of her. She tipped her head back, following the course of the hand he lifted, and leaned into his touch when he tucked her hair behind her ear. “It accents your red hair and milky complexion.”
    She tried to picture him in black but couldn’t. Color suited him better, she decided. Even darker colors like the navy he had chosen for his bedroom seemed to accent his comforting, friendly demeanor. In her mind, black spelled danger, darkness, a blanket of exotic thrill like the one she swore she felt falling over the atmosphere of the room now. She didn’t need to look to know where the sensation came from. Mitch exuded the bad-boy vibe from every pore.
    “It’s not the kind of shirt I expected to find in your closet,” she admitted.
    Laughter glinted in his gaze. “My older brother, Clint, bought it as a gag gift a few years back.” When she narrowed her eyes, showing her puzzlement at how a silk shirt could be deemed a funny gift, he shook his head. “Long story.”
    “You like it, though, don’t you?”
    The harder inflection in Mitch’s voice brought goose pimples to the surface of her skin even as her pulse raced with a renewed excitement. He moved into view and walked past where she and Jacob stood. She felt him kneel behind her, but she didn’t turn around. Expectation zinged through her system, ricocheting like wildfire from her breasts to her belly to her pussy.
    “You like the feel of silk against your naked skin.” Mitch didn’t ask. He told her, and he was right. Not that she needed to tell him that. She could hear the knowledge and even thought she caught an underlying approval in his tone. “Your panties are silk, too. And wet. Damn baby, did Jacob make you cream for him before I got here?”
    Angel didn’t know how to answer. Jacob hadn’t touched her, not since he sandwiched her between his hard body and the frame of her car back on the side of the road. How could she explain the mere sight of both of them, the mere thought of being with them, made her pussy dripping wet?
    “I kept my hands to myself.” Jacob’s lazy drawl turned his confession into one of liquid heat to match the juices gathering between her pussy lips.
    “Did you want him to, Angel?” Mitch closed in at her back but didn’t touch her.
    God, she wanted him to touch her. She wanted Jacob to touch her. She stood at the foot of quite possibly the