Bishop won. “Ash, no cheating. Time doesn’t start until skin touches skin.”
Holy shit.
The way he leaned toward me was sexy as sin.
Broad shoulders and the line of his jaw took up the entirety of my vision.
My attraction to Bishop threatened to spiral out of control.
Add in the way Ash and Rafe compounded my desire, and it was a wonder I didn’t spontaneously combust on the spot.
Bishop skimmed the air around my face. “Take off your pants, Noelle.”
“Wh–What?” I tightened my thighs, pressing them hard together around my fingers.
Ash raised a brow. “We said we were raising the stakes. You bet your pants, and Rafe added the five seconds.”
My heart lodged in my throat.
I slid off the stool and hooked my thumbs in the band of my pants.
Snow peppered the window behind Rafe and Ash, the white swirling so thick I couldn’t even see the sidewalk.
No one would see except for them.
No one would hear.
My pulse spiked.
No one would hear me scream if they decided they wanted something I refused to give.
“Do you know what you do to me?” Bishop remained in his seat, but the heat of his voice washed over me.
I’d barely heard him speak since we met, but when he did, everyone around him listened.
So did I. “What?”
It was a breathless question borne of need and a desperation to be worthy of the blatant desire I’d seen in their eyes.
It couldn’t be real.
The three of them were messing with me.
No one wanted me that way.
Bishop adjusted his dick again, and there was no denying the thick bulge beneath the shirt and boxers.
There was no embarrassment on his face when he ran a hand down his length. “You make me want to drop to my knees andworship you. You make me so damned horny I had to jerk off in the shower this morning like some randy teenager. And it’s not enough.”
Bishop, the man who looked lethal enough to kill with a stare, made love to me with his words.
I eased my pants down over my hips, the skip in my pulse hammering so hard it twisted my stomach.
They’d seen enough of me to realize I wasn’t some willowy, statuesque model.
My curves had curves.
I was more than a handful, and I waited with my breath tight in my chest.
