Levi didn’t stop her when she shifted slightly, allowing Roland to tilt her face toward him. His kiss was different, softer, coaxing, almost reverent. Where Levi had taken, Roland invited. His lips moved over hers like he was savoring every second, as if she was something delicate he intended to worship. His hand cradled her jaw, his thumb brushing along her cheek as his tongue teased gently at the seam of her lips.
Sydney opened for him with a soft gasp and Roland took his time, exploring her mouth with slow, tender strokes that made her knees weak, even seated.
A small, involuntary moan slipped from her throat. With a few kisses these men were setting her on fire.
Levi growled low behind her, and her entire body shivered in response.
When Roland finally pulled back, his pupils were blown wide, his breath as unsteady as hers. “You taste like trouble,” he murmured against her lips.
“I think I like you both a little too much,” Sydney whispered, her voice a bit hoarse, a bit breathy. Her heart was beating so loudly, she could just about hear it, and she was positivelyaching.Sydney knew, without a doubt if one of them were to check now, she’d be so wet. For both of them.
Levi’s arms tightened around her. “Good. Because we’re only getting started, little miss.”
She turned her head to look at him—and froze. The hunger in his eyes was undeniable. His gaze raked over her, slow and deliberate, as though he were deciding which piece of her he wanted to devour first.
“I meant what I said earlier,” he murmured, voice low and dangerous. “Youcansay no. You can stop this any time.”
“I know,” she whispered, breath catching.
“Are you stopping us?”
She shook her head. “No, Daddy.”
That earned her another approving growl. “Good girl.”
Then his mouth was on hers again, but rougher this time—darker. His kiss took her apart, tilting her backward just enough to make her cling to his shirt, holding on while his tongue swept deep and possessive. She whimpered into the kiss, and Levi swallowed it greedily.
Roland’s hands moved too, stroking down her thighs, squeezing gently—teasing. His lips found her neck, pressing soft, warm kisses just below her ear, making her melt into the two of them completely. She was surrounded, claimed in a way she’d never felt before.
“I think she likes being kissed by both of us,” Roland murmured against her skin.
“She’s going to like a lot more than that,” Levi replied, his voice like velvet over steel. “But not tonight.”
Sydney whimpered in protest, and Levi chuckled, pulling back to meet her eyes again. “You’re not a one-night thing, baby. You’re something important. A relationship we’d like to build. And that means givingitand you the time you deserve.”
She nodded slowly, still breathless, still trembling.
“But that doesn’t mean we’re done kissing you.”
Roland grinned and reached for the ice cream bowl again. “We’ll keep her here a little longer. Wear out that pretty mouth before she has to use it for something responsible again.”
Sydney giggled, flushed and lightheaded. “You two are dangerous.”
Levi smirked. “Only if you’re lucky.”
She nestled against him, heart thudding, as Roland offered her the first spoonful of ice cream.
And as laughter and kisses carried them into the night, Sydney realized she wasn’t scared anymore.
Now she was nothing but excited, hopeful, and hungry.
Hungry for more of her Daddies.
Chapter Twelve
Sydney
Sydney woke to the pale winter moonbeams streaming through the curtains, the light slanting across the room in pale gold stripes. For a moment, just a moment, she let herself pretend that everything was as amazing and simple as things had felt with the two potential Daddies last night.
