and abs, the corded sinew of his arms as they held her. Tilting her head back, she was instantly mesmerized by the burning gold of his eyes. As she sank further and further into the golden depths, she felt as if she were flying through infinity. The bar disappeared and she was standing alone in this man’s arms.
“Not half so much as it terrified me.” His voice curled around her and sank deep into her belly, lighting off little fires within. Driven by instinct, she stepped closer until she was plastered against his body, her breasts rubbing against his chest, her belly against the swollen steel of his erection. His eyes darkened and his pupils nearly swallowed the gold irises. “God, you tempt me beyond reason.”
“Then I believe that is my cue to cut in,” someone said, shattering the spell that kept the two of them separate from the rest of the world.
As the noise filtered back into her consciousness, Melanie turned her head and saw the auburn-haired man standing there, smiling down at her. Except for the color of his hair and his eyes, he looked exactly like the golden man holding her. Returning her gaze back to him, she tilted her head to the side, “The three of you are brothers?”
The thunderous scowl that had descended when his brother appeared lifted and the golden Adonis smiled brilliantly. “We are; this is Rhys and I am Vaughn….”
“Armand wishes to discuss something with you, Vaughn.” Rhys’s voice held laughter as he took Melanie’s hand and pulled her out of the heat of Vaughn’s body and against his own. Bringing her hand up to his lips, he placed a kiss on her knuckles as he held his brother’s eyes, “He is threatening to talk to her himself if you refuse to cooperate.”
Taking her other hand, Vaughn held it against his chest; she could feel his heart pounding as strongly as her own. Holding her eyes, he dropped his voice, “I’ll see you later, yes?”
She mutely nodded her head as he reluctantly let her go and returned to his brother’s side. The soft chuckle of Rhys made her realize that she was still standing in the middle of the dance floor and there was a handsome man waiting to dance with her. It was so strange and exhilarating being the center of a gorgeous man’s attention, let alone two gorgeous men; usually, they flocked to Frankie’s and Vanessa’s side. It had never bothered Melanie because her friends were insanely attractive but now she understood the excitement.
Although only one of the men made her yearn to be a bad girl, if only for a single night.
With a soft smile, she stepped into the Rhys’s arms; up close his extraordinarily long hair appeared more brown then red. Usually she didn’t like men with reddish hair, but it was very attractive on this guy. It probably had a lot to do with how stunning he was and the brilliant smile that graced his luscious lips. His warm brown eyes danced with laughter; his entire being seemed to spark with amusement as he let her look her fill. “Do you like what you see?”
“I am just amazed at how much you look like your brother,” she answered bluntly. Unconsciously running her fingers over his lips, testing the firmness, she shook her head, “And yet, he’s the only one that makes me crazy.”
His low chuckle made her smile even as she blushed. “You haven’t met Armand yet; he puts both Vaughn and me to shame.”
Her lips split into a wide grin and she found herself liking this strange, beautiful man. “I find that hard to believe.”
“Like I said, you haven’t met Armand.” With a wry expression, he looked over her head to where his brothers were standing. His voice held the edge of regret as he continued, “Of course, you may be meeting him sooner rather than later if I don’t do what I am supposed to do, what Vaughn should have done.”
“What was Vaughn supposed to do?” she tilted her head to