I nodded, still reeling from both the kiss and the abrupt end to the weather anomaly.
“Let’s make sure.” Kip’s voice was husky as he moved in next to Cole.
His hands tangled in my hair, angling my head as he claimed my mouth with unmistakable hunger. He tasted sweeter, the chocolate more pronounced on his tongue as it slid against mine. I melted into him, my hands fisting in his sweater to keep myself upright.
The cold that had radiated from my core moments agotransformed into molten heat, pooling low in my belly and spreading outward until my fingertips tingled with it.
When Kip finally pulled away, his eyes glowed faintly in the darkness, his freckled face flushed with desire.
“Holy shit,” I whispered, looking between the two men. “Is that how you solve all magical emergencies? Kiss the evil snow witch until she stops freaking out?”
“You’re not evil.” Cole’s thumb danced across my bottom lip, making me forget for a moment what had even set me off.
I looked between the men who’d just kissed my impending blizzard into submission as they exchanged a look I couldn’t quite interpret.
Cole’s fingers brushed my cheek, drawing my attention back to him. “Do you want to talk about what you remembered?”
I shook my head, my throat tight. The memory of that kitchen, of my younger self losing control, felt like a bruise I wasn’t ready to press on. “No, I just want to forget it happened.”
His eyes darkened, searching mine. “Are you sure that’s what you need?”
“Yes.” The word came out more breathless than I intended. “Please.”
Kip stepped closer, his fingers tangling with mine. “We can help with that.”
Cole’s hand slid from my face to the nape of my neck, his thumb pressing gently against my pulse point. “Tell us to stop, and we will.”
I nodded, unable to form words as his mouth descended on mine again. This time, there was nothing gentle about it. His kiss was demanding and consuming, as if he wanted to draw out every thought from my mind and replace it with pure sensation.
Kip moved behind me, his hands finding my waist. His lips brushed the sensitive spot below my ear, making me gasp into Cole’s mouth. “Is this okay?”
“More than okay.” I broke away from Cole long enough to turn my head and catch Kip’s mouth with mine.
Cole’s hands found the hem of my jeans, unbuttoning them while Kip’s fingers played with the edge of my sweater, lifting it just enough to expose a strip of skin above my waistband. The cool night air kissed my flesh, a sharp contrast to the heat building inside me.
“Too cold?” Kip’s teeth grazed my earlobe.
I shook my head, arching into his touch as Cole’s fingers dipped beneath my jeans, teasing along the edge of my underwear.
Cole backed me toward the tailgate, his massive frame crowding me in a way that made it hard to think. When my ass hit the metal edge, he lifted me effortlessly, setting me on the tailgate. His hands moved to my ankles, slowly removing one boot, then the other, his eyes never leaving mine.
“I’ve been thinking about this all night.” Cole’s fingers hooked into my jeans, tugging them down my legs.
Kip climbed onto the tailgate beside me, his hands finding the bottom of my sweater again. “Can I take this off?”
I lifted my arms in silent permission, but he only pushed it up, bunching the fabric above my breasts along with my bra. The night air pebbled my nipples instantly, drawing a satisfied sound from Kip.
“Fuck, look at you.” His thumb brushed over one hardened peak, sending a jolt straight between my legs.
Cole finished removing my jeans and underwear in one efficient movement, leaving me bare from the waist down. I should have felt vulnerable and exposed on the tailgate, but all I felt was a heady surge of power at the naked hunger in their eyes.
“Anyone could see us,” I whispered, even as I widened my knees at Cole’s gentle urging. “Drones.”
Kip’s mouth closed over my nipple, his tongue circling the sensitive flesh. He released it with a wet pop. “We repel flying objects.” His hand slid up my inner thigh, stopping short of where I wanted him.
Cole dropped to his knees between my legs, his broad shoulders pushing my thighs wider. “Tell me what you want, Neve.”
I threaded my fingers through his hair, attempting to guide him where I needed him. “Your mouth. Please.”
