It gave me permission and begged all at the same time. I kissed her, and my whole world shifted sideways.
Her lips parted beneath mine, and I lost myself in the feel of her. She was worth going to hell for.
Even if I never had more than this, it was worth every second.
A hint of Guinness and cinnamon lingered between us, and when she gripped my shirt and pulled me closer the same way she had Ronan, I groaned and went willingly.
I’d meant to make this a slow, careful kiss. That all changed the instant she pressed against me. I anchored her with a hand around her waist and spread my fingers around the curve of her hip. We fit together, lining up like she’d been made for me. For us.
Dangerous. So fucking dangerous.
I traced her lips with the tip of my tongue, dancing along the edge until she made a small sound that shot straight to my cock. Her tongue swept against mine, a tentative question asking for control.
Her grip on my shirt tightened, and I planted my hands on the small of her back, bending her just enough to press her spine into the bar.
I’d known, somewhere deep down that I tried to ignore, kissing Bree would ruin me. Once I had a taste of her, I knew I’d want more. I knew I’d need more.
I hadn’t expected the overwhelming certainty that I’d give up any and all moral highground for her.
Shayla would’ve kicked my ass for this.
Maeve would’ve laughed and told me to kiss her harder. So I did.
Her nails scraped my chest through the thin shirt. I was tempted to lift her onto the bar, step between her thighs, and find out if she’d wrap her legs around my waist.
Would she let me peel that damned sequined skirt off and work my fingers beneath her fishnet stockings?
“Time.” Finn’s delighted laugh doused me in a bucket of cold water.
Bree pulled back with a gasp.
I couldn’t look away from the sight of her all hot and bothered from our kisses. Swollen lips and heavy lidded eyes begged for us to keep going. Her green eyes had gone dark, the pupils blown wide.
The shifting sensation stopped, and gravity took hold once more.
I tried to let go of her, but my hands held fast, almost as though they understood once I let go, it would all go back to how it was before.
What the hell had I done?
More importantly, what happened next?
I didn’t have a prayer of pretending this didn’t matter. She’d rocked my world with that kiss, and I wanted more.
Bree ran her hands up and down my chest, her breaths short and gaze locked with mine.
Finn cleared his throat. “So? Final assessment?”
I blinked to break the spell, remembering we had an audience and this had all been part of a contest.
Ronan and Finn stood watching a few feet away. Ronan’s unreadable expression was familiar, as was Finn’s shitty grin.
Bree’s shoulders rose toward her ears, a slow, unsteady breath filling her chest. “I’m not sure I can pick just one.”
Her answer hung between us. What did that mean? The temperature in the room spiked, charging the atmosphere with an electric heat.
She couldn’t pick one…which might mean she felt something for all three of us.
The jealousy I’d been nursing for weeks should’ve flared at the thought.
