He motioned to the settee where they sat together and he caught her hand in both of his, cradling and protecting her with just the barest touch. “I cannot believe I’m here with you,” he said.
She smiled up at him, drinking him in. He really was beautiful, not changed at all in the years that had separated them and yet deeply changed. His dark blue eyes were the same, his full lips, the way he looked so deeply into her eyes when he spoke to her, like she was the only person in the whole world. But he had grown into himself, as well. He was more broad-shouldered and though it was evident he was usually clean-shaven, he had stubble slashed across his cheeks that only highlighted that his face had become more angled.
“You are beautiful,” she whispered. “I had forgotten how beautiful.”
“Hmmm,” he said, and pushed a lock of her hair away from her face. “I think that’s my line.”
She laughed a little, the sound rusty after so long of no use. “You must have been shocked when Wilburn called you to him.”
“I thought it was your doing,” he said, and his gaze grew distant for a moment. “I could hardly breathe with the idea that I would see you, stand with you after all this time. And then I stopped breathing entirely when he told me what he thinks he knows and I realized you were in danger.”
She nodded. “I’m so sorry you had to go through that.”
“Again,” he whispered. “That’s my line.”
They were quiet for a moment, just looking at each other. And then Emilia dared to draw in another deep breath. “I used to dream of you. Of both of you.”
He shifted and his pupils dilated with desire. “Did you now? And what did you dream.”
She stood on shaky legs and drew him up with her. “That you would kiss me like you did a moment ago.”
“But this isn’t a dream,” he whispered, and then his mouth came back to hers as she wound her arms around his neck and leaned into his solidness and warmth once again.
She lost herself in that for a moment, savoring the feel of this man with his arms around her. It was only when Aiden returned to the room that she became aware of her surroundings again. There was the clatter of him setting the tea service down on a table, but she didn’t break her mouth from Wren’s. She couldn’t. She needed him more than she needed breath in that moment. Needed so much more than just him.
And it was like Aiden understood that, for in that moment, she felt another set of hands on her back. She shivered as her lips parted from Wren’s and she looked over her shoulder to find Aiden behind her. He stood very still for a moment, one hand on her hip, the other against her ribcage. Then he leaned in and his mouth found the side of her throat. She whimpered and lifted her lips back to Wren.
He groaned as he returned to kissing her and she gripped his lapels as sensation began to mob her. This was what she’d dreamed of, foggy dreams when she was younger, before she knew what the physical union between lovers was like. After her marriage, the dreams had become sharper, more powerful. And eventually they had been the only thing she could do to endure her husband’s touch. She would close her eyes and pretend it was one of these men.
And when she was alone in her bed?
Well, she dreamed of them both, touching her as they were now, fingers gripping against the fine silk of her gown. She’d dreamed of them having her in so many ways as she arched against her own fingers in her lonely bed.
Wren drew back, his fingers smoothing against her jaw. “Should we do this?” he whispered. “You’re married and you’ve been through so much.”
She blinked up at him, hating how he was bringing reality to this fantasy. Hating that Aiden lifted his mouth away from her throat, as if Wren’s words had brought him out of the spell between them, too.
“My marriage was over the moment I believed my husband could kill me,” she said softly. “And I want this. I’ve always wanted this, wanted both of you. Whatever is going to happen next, I…I need this. I need both of you. Together. Now, while we still have the chance.”
She turned a little and caught Aiden’s chin, drawing him to her. She kissed him, darting her tongue out to taste him, feeling the growl from deep in his chest as it reverberated through her. Then she turned back and pulled Wren down to her the same way.
“Please, forget everything but this. Let me forget everything but this, too.”
He stared into her eyes for a long moment and then he nodded, his mouth coming back to hers, his hands drawing up into her hair, pulling it down around his fingers as she arched against him, ground back against Aiden. Their bodies were so hard as she was wedged between them. Hard chests, hard cocks, one pressed to her belly, another against her backside. She shivered at the feel of them, at the promise of what was about to happen next.
She felt them moving as a unit, Wren guiding her back through the door to the bedroom where she had been hiding not an hour before. Aiden followed, his hands gliding over her hips, massaging her there.
“Look at me,” Wren said as he drew back yet again.
Emilia’s gaze felt blurry as she forced herself to do so, staring up into that gorgeous face. “Y-Yes?”
“If you want to stop, we stop,” he said. “Either of you.”
She nodded and glanced back over her shoulder at Aiden. He had a half-smile on his face as he leaned over her shoulder and bunched his fingers into Wren’s cravat, tugging him closer.
“I’m not going to want to stop, Wren,” he promised before he hauled Wren in for his own kiss.
Emilia could hardly breathe as their tongues tangled before her, their passion for each other as powerful as theirs for her. Oh yes, she would enjoy this ultimate fantasy. She would forget the truth that it couldn’t last. And she would lose herself in everything she had ever wanted.
