Krissa had lit candles all around the bedroom, scenting the air with ginger and peach. She hoped the glow of them was soft enough not to hurt Nate’s eyes. She didn’t want him to do this with glasses on.
“I-I want it to be nice.”
Derek paused. He gave her a look and it tugged at her heart.
“Derek.” She crossed over to him and put her hands on his chest. “I love you.”
“I love you too, babe.” He slid his arms around her and they stood for a moment, hugging. She squeezed him tightly, pressed her face to his chest.
“Are you sure about this?”
He moved his head in a nod. “Yeah. I’m sure. There’s no one else in the world I’d do this with. Just Nate.”
“Me too.”
She drew back and he bent his head and kissed her mouth. She was so primed and sexually on edge that his kiss melted her inside. Then he stepped away and disappeared into thebathroom.
Krissa climbed onto the bed. They’d all agreed their king-size bed was the best place to do this. She sat in the middle of it, legs to one side, hands clasped in her lap. She wore a white silk chemise. It was sexy but not slutty. She had no idea why it even mattered, but she’d deliberated for a good half hour over what to wear. Foolish girl.
She looked down at herself. Her nipples poked against the thin silk, the low V revealing the curves of her breasts. She put one hand over a breast and cupped its softness though the silk. She closed her eyes.
And waited.
Then Nate appeared in the door, still fully clothed.
“Hi.” He stopped, looked at her. She met his gaze, didn’t move.
“Hi. Come in.”
He walked into the room, looked around. “Whoa. Candles.”
“Is it okay? I didn’t want too much light to hurt your eyes.”
“Oh.” He slid the glasses off, waited. “Yeah. It’s fine.”
“Good.”
Derek emerged from the bathroom wearing only his boxer shorts. One corner of his mouth quirked up as his and Nate’s eyes met. They shared a smile and Krissa’s heart swelled. It was okay. It would be okay.
She studied the two men as Nate began to remove his clothing. Nate was an inch or so taller than Derek, but both men were gorgeous in their own way—Derek’s blond hair cut short and businesslike, his tan a paler gold than Nate’s darker skin. Nate’s longish hair looked thick and soft. They were both lean and muscled, perfect male bodies, wide shoulders and hips narrowing to slim waist and hips.
Nate kept his underwear on, like Derek, soft black cotton boxer briefs that hugged his erection. There was no hiding it in those shorts.
Krissa’s breathing quickened. She wanted them both. She cared about them both. Tonight she and Nate would have sex,but she’d make sure Derek knew how important he was in all this.
Derek went around to the side of the bed where he always slept.
Nate sat down on the other side. “Okay. Let’s do it. Lay down, Krissa.”
Taken aback, she did as he asked, tugging down the duvet and sliding under it. The sheets were cool on her heated skin. She laid her head on the pillow and looked at him.
He pulled the corner of the duvet aside and climbed into the bed with her. His body heat enveloped her, his weight dipped the bed and she shifted toward him. She felt him fumbling under the covers. He was pushing off his underwear.
Her stomach clenched painfully, to the point of nausea. Her throat tightened. He shifted his feet under the duvet, presumable pushing the underwear the rest of the way off. His fingers gripped her hip.
She swallowed painfully, wanted to touch him, but fear paralyzed her. This wasn’t what she’d imagined.
He pushed her flat on her back, moved over her. He kneed her legs apart and grasped his cock. He was going to push into her in two seconds.
