“Very pretty,” Knox agreed, his eyes on hers.“Take it off.”
Her breath caught in her throat.The words were soft, with an edge of pleading, but there was a demand in his eyes.
She’d never been one for orders when it came to sex.Egalitarian, that was her style in bed.Everyone was equal, everyone got what they needed.But the command in those smokey eyes was compelling, the need even more so, and with her eyes locked on his, obeyed.She dropped the garment, then held her breath as Jesse skimmed a finger over the upper curve of her right breast.
“Look at you.”His face was a mask of concentration, his touch impossibly light, desperately gentle.“God, you’re so pretty.”
“I’m small,” she said, the apology for her petite curves automatic.
“Dainty,” he corrected her in a voice rich with awe.“You’ve got fairy boobs.”
Her startled laugh made the boobs in question bounce.“Fairy boobs?”
“Tinkerbell tits?”he ventured, brown eyes twinkling into hers.
“This is getting weird,” Knox announced.
“I bet they taste like cotton candy,” Jesse said, ignoring his husband.“Can I?”
Her breath caught in her throat.“Um.Yeah, if you want.”
“Baby, there’s only one thing I want to taste more,” Jesse said and, grinning outrageously, dipped his head to her breast.
She held her breath, heart thundering, as his tongue circled her already puckered nipple.She’d expected him to plunder and take, to devour her breast as he had her mouth, so the soft caress took her by surprise.She sighed into it, relaxing muscles she hadn’t realized she’d tensed, and felt more than heard his answering rumble of approval.
“Well?”Knox asked.
Lost in the sweet pleasure, Chloe wondered fuzzily what he was talking about.
“Better than candy,” Jesse declared, smacking his lips, and raised his head long enough to grin at Knox.“You should taste for yourself.”
“Don’t mind if I do,” Knox drawled and bent his head.
Chloe jerked at the touch of his lips, fast where Jesse had gone slow, voracious where Jesse had been restrained.His mouth closed over her nipple and sucked strongly, tongue stroking, teeth nipping, and sent her arousal spiking.
“Shh, shh,” Jesse crooned in her ear.She was dimly aware that he’d risen to sit beside her on the couch, stroking her hair, her face to soothe while sensation spread, little lightning strikes under the skin.She heard her own whimpers, the desperate cries for less, for more spilling from her lips.
Knox lifted his head, eyes sharp, to stare into hers.“Do you want more, Chloe?”
She stared at him, at the color that had bloomed on his cheekbones, the wet that slicked his mouth.Her hand was tangled in his hair, and she wondered when that had happened.
“Chloe?”Jesse prompted and she remembered they’d asked her a question.
“More?”she repeated, swallowing hard.She didn’t know what that meant.They’d said no sex, and that was both a relief and a disappointment.But if they weren’t going to fuck her, then what didmoremean?
“Do you want us to make you come, honey?”Jesse asked.
She’d never, ever had anyone ask her that, and she had the dim, faint thought that that was a damn shame, because it was hot as hell.“Yes.”
Knox bent his head and lapped at her nipple, then rubbed his chin over it.His beard was soft and thick—it was like being petted with a luxurious pelt.“You sure, darling?”
She used her grip on his hair to bring his face back to hers.“I’m sure.”
Jesse’s laugh was soft in her ear.“I think she’s sure, Knox.”
“Well, then.”Placing one broad hand on her belly, he gave her a gentle nudge.“Lie back, love.”
Warmth spreading through her at the endearment, she eased back.Jesse moved as she did, scooting back on the couch and bringing her with him so she lay with her back against his chest, her ass cradled by his thighs.With Jesse’s hands resting on her rib cage, Knox grasped her knees, gently nudged them apart, then knelt between them.“We’re going to take your pants off, Chloe.Is that okay?”
