“Up to you, darling,” Knox said, taking the stairs at a steady pace.“I’m good either way.So’s Jesse.”
“Yes, you’re invited,” Chloe called over Knox’s shoulder, and giggled at Jesse’s shouted, “Woo-hoo!”
“He’s a goof,” she told Knox.
“Just one of the reasons I love him.”
They topped the stairs, and Chloe looked around.They were in an open room that, like the living space below, was mostly defined by its furnishings.A sitting area with bookshelves, an enormous bed.And a partial wall behind which she assumed there was a bath.
“That’s a really big bed,” she observed when Knox stopped next to it and set her on her feet.
“We like a lot of space.”Knox lifted his hands to her shirt.“May I?”
Excitement buzzing, she nodded, and he slipped the buttons on her simple flannel one by one.When he nudged it off her shoulders, one silvery eyebrow went up.“No bra?”
“I wanted to save time,” she confessed.
He chuckled and skimmed a finger down her sternum, between her breasts.“You’re so pretty here.So delicate.”
She shivered at his touch, barely noticing when Jesse joined them to sit on the side of the bed.“Does delicate mean small?”
“It means delicate,” he said.
“Fairy boobies,” Jesse reminded her.
“And sensitive,” Knox added, circling one nipple.Already taut, it tightened further at his touch, the color deepening to a ruddy brown.
Lightning speared from breast to loin, making her quiver.“Are you going to tease me like this all night?”
“Pretty much,” Knox said, shifting his attention to her other breast.
She swallowed.“Just checking.”
Jesse chuckled.“Let’s get these pants off you, sweetheart.”
She let him undo her jeans, obediently lifting one leg, then the other, and he tugged them off while Knox continued to fondle her breasts—stroking, squeezing, pinching just shy of discomfort.It was like he was mapping them, learning their topography, ratcheting up the heat and need until she was all but squirming.
“Hey, Knox?”Jesse said.
Knox, stroking the sensitive undersides of her breasts with the edges of his pinkie fingers, gave an absent “Hmmm?”in reply.
“I think Chloe needs to lie down.”
“Does she?”Knox murmured, his attention still squarely on her breasts.
“She really does,” Chloe chimed in.Her knees were wobbling, her belly quivering.
“Okay,” Knox said agreeably.
His hands dropped away from her breasts to circle her waist, nudging her back and guiding her down, and Chloe found herself lying in the middle of the big bed.Someone—probably Jesse, she hadn’t been paying attention—had pulled down the duvet, so she nestled on soft sheets the color of spring grass, a soft-as-a-cloud pillow under her head.
Naked, she stretched, reaching her arms up toward the headboard, and two pairs of heated eyes followed the motion.Power surging through her, she smiled.“Get naked.”
“Bossy,” Jesse commented and reached for the hem of his shirt.“I like it.”
Knox tugged off his sweater.“Of course, you do.”
“You like it, too,” Jesse accused, shucking jeans and underwear in one quick motion.
