When his gaze lifted, it moved over me slowly—not with lust, but with something more seductive—wonder. His eyes traced every curve. “Haven.” My name was barely a whisper. He reached out, his hand hovering just above my hip, waiting for permission. “You’re perfect.”
“You need spectacles.”
He shook his head, and the crooked smile made a reappearance. “Absolutely perfect.”
We could argue that later. “You’re wearing too many clothes.”
A soft knock on the door claimed our attention, and as one, we turned to glare—especially me, as Remy hadn’t even had time to remove his shirt.
“If we don’t answer, maybe they’ll go away,” I whispered.
“I’m not that lucky,” he replied. “Who is it?”
“Zane.”
Remy’s answering grin was filled with … mischief. “Come in.”
What? Before I had a chance to retrieve the blanket, the door opened, and Zane stepped into my room.
His eyes widened when he saw me, then his lips curled into a slow, seductive smile. “I see I arrived just in time.”
My heart skipped a beat. What was that supposed to mean?
Chapter
Sixty-Two
ZANE
Haven didn’t scramble for the blanket on the floor. Didn’t try to cover herself. Just met my eyes with that same courageous gaze she’d used when facing down a horde of nians.
This woman was mine to protect, mine to cherish.
And judging by the slight curve of her lips, she was beginning to accept it too.
I’d imagined this moment differently—something gradual, earned over time. Instead, here she stood, seemingly offering us her trust—herself—freely.
Haven had long, shapely legs, perfect breasts with tight pink nipples I couldn’t wait to taste, and a rosy flush on her skin. In the soft light cast by the embers in the hearth, she could pass for a goddess. I cleared my throat and just stopped myself from adjusting my painfully hard cock. “I’m interrupting. I can go.” It would kill me, but if she wanted me to leave, I would.
“Stay.” She sounded unsure, and my heart plummeted.Then she lifted her chin and repeated, “Stay.” Her voice was stronger. She knew what she wanted. Us.
I crossed the room in two steps, carefully grasped her chin, and lowered my lips to hers. She tasted like cinnamon and sunshine, an addictive blend. With my tongue, I plundered her mouth, needing more, the rasp of our tongues, her spice, and the way she melted into me.
“Let us make you feel good, Haven.” Remy’s voice had turned husky with desire.
“He’s already tasted your lips, sweetness.” We were meant to protect her, worship her, and possess her. Together. My hands ached to explore the curve of her waist, the soft skin Remy’s hands were already claiming. “Open your legs for him.”
She froze, and for an instant I worried that I’d pushed her too far. Haven didn’t strike me as the kind of woman who’d taken many lovers. Certainly not two at the same time.
“Please,” I begged.
Her lips quirked, and she stared up at me, laughter and heat dancing in her gorgeous gray eyes. “Because you asked nicely.”
My heart nearly beat out of my chest, and Remy fell to his knees, his hands already grasping her creamy thighs.
I kissed her again, then whispered, “Turn around, Haven.”
“Say please.” She wasn’t a woman who’d easily submit.
