I turn off the water and slide the glass door open. “No, you didn’t. I did. I was being silly. I don’t know why I reacted that way.”
“I do,” he says. “You didn’t want to be just the object of sex.”
It’s kind of charming how he mangles the saying. Saint’s English is pretty damned good, so I imagine he messed it up because he’s stressed, and I am the cause of that stress.
He pulls me to him, holding me tight. I haven’t had the chance to grab a towel yet and so he’s instantly wet, his top soaked from the contact with my skin.
“Saint. You’ll ruin your shirt.”
“It doesn’t matter. You do.”
He’s so warm, and the cashmere feels lovely against my skin. His hands smooth over my back, and I get a delicious tingle in my spine when he kisses my neck. Stepping back, he looks at me, his gaze serious.
“I love you, Vani. Not just for your body, for your mind, and your spirit, and your impeccable taste in décor.”
I laugh at the last one.
“I’ll leave you to get dressed, and then we can go and explore Paris.”
He leans in again, kisses me softly on the lips, and turns to go, but I realize I don’t want him to. Because of the time difference, the day is already getting on. There’s little time to explore any galleries or museums now, and later, once it’s fully dark, we can go see the Eiffel Tower all lit up and grab a meal. That gives us a couple of hours to kill between the end of the day and the real start of the night, when the streets are alive with the buzz that I imagine all capital cities experience.
“Hey, wait.” I grab his hand and pull him to me. “We’ve got time before we go and eat, right? Why don’t you show me that bed and what it can do?”
He shakes his head. “No. We have plenty of time over the next few days to play on the bed. I want to take you out and show you off.”
“And you can, but you know, it might be fun to use now, just a little. Why don’t you let me dry my hair and then show me what that freaky bed can be used for?”
“I vote for that.”
I jump and my gaze flicks to the door, where Lex is leaning against the frame, his ankles crossed causally, arms over his chest. He’s just as gorgeous as his brother, naturally, but is less crazy and definitely has a more casual edge. Where Saint likes to degrade me, Lex loves to praise. Having twins fucking me at once is such a turn-on, just being around them both makes me wet.
Saint’s face sets in an expression I know only too well. He’s going to be all heroic now because he thinks he hurt me. Knowing just how to get what I want, though, I let my hands run down my naked body until they’re cupping my breasts, and then I pinch my nipples, letting out a moan.
Eyes narrowing in on where I’m pulling and pinching, Saint’s face darkens. I know the exact moment I have him. The man has a veritable fetish for my tits, and I have just used it to get his attention.
“Okay. Be in the bedroom in fifteen minutes. We’ll all take fast showers.” Saint turns on his heel and stalks from the room.
“I feel a bit bad that I manipulated him with my breasts.” I giggle.
Lex shrugs. “I wouldn’t. The fact you can manipulate that man at all is pretty damn interesting.” He winks at me. “Don’t be too long.”
Then he leaves too, and I set to work. I apply some product then dry my hair as quickly as I can using the diffuser hairdryer provided. I cover my body in the exquisite jasmine scented body lotion in the bathroom, and apply one coat of mascara from my toiletry bag. Adding a swipe of matte lipstick, I purse my lips and study myself. It’s only a couple of shades darker than my naturallip color but just gives my mouth that bitten look. As if I’ve been eating cherries.
About to put the robe around me, I pause and, at the last moment, add some of the lipstick to my nipples, smearing it until it covers my areolae as well.
Saint will lose his mind.
By the time I reach the biggest, most luxurious bedroom where my bag is located, it has been well over fifteen minutes.
I rummage through my items and pull out a lace bra and matching thong. I slide them on, both a gorgeous dusky rose color, and then admire myself for a moment.
My body used to be something I was unsure of. I always wanted to lose a bit of weight, but now I love every single curve. It’s hard not to when three utterly breathtaking men worship every inch of it.
My nipples can be seen clearly through the lace with the extra color I’ve given them, and my stomach looks soft and curvy, my waist small in comparison to my hips and breasts. Yeah, my thighs are thick, but so what? Zane loves these thighs wrapped around his neck while he eats me as if I’m made of sugar and spice and all things nice.
I slide a hand down under the waistband of the thong and rub at my clit, moaning at the deliciousness of the touch.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
