Wren turned her to face Aiden and she lifted up to wrap her arms around him, kissing him. He drove his tongue into her now, no longer gentle, but purposeful, hungry. She felt Wren’s hands along the buttons at her spine and her breath caught as he unfastened the first one and dropped his lips to the tiny bit of skin he had revealed. He repeated the action on the next button, the next, until he reached the edge of her chemise and traced the line of lacy across the top with his tongue.
“You’re so sweet, Emilia,” he murmured against her skin. “I can’t wait to taste you all over.”
“Please,” she murmured against Aiden’s lips, and he chuckled without breaking their kiss.
Wren was pushing her gown forward. Aiden caught the bodice and helped. Hands slid down her body and with her eyes shut she began to lose herself, uncertain who was cupping her breast through her chemise and who was sliding thumbs into the folded fabric of her gown to guide it past her hips.
And it didn’t matter who, really. They were one now, moving toward an ultimate pleasure that she had longed for. She pulled away from Aiden’s mouth and forced herself to look at him. Aiden’s pupils had dilated with desire and he played with the strap of her chemise, stroking it between his thumb and forefinger before he guided it down to her elbow.
“You don’t know how many times I imagined this,” he said, and lowered the other strap. “Seeing you like this. Touching you like this.” The fabric fell away from her breasts and she was naked from the waist up.
Heat filled her cheeks at being so revealed. She had never liked showing herself to her husband, who only had criticisms for her body that had grown louder as she pleased him less and less. But when Aiden looked down at her, all she saw was his admiration, his adoration and she forced herself not to lift her hands and cover her breasts.
“Gorgeous,” Aiden whispered as he bent his head and traced his tongue around her nipple. “Perfect.”
She glided her fingers into his hair, holding him there as he licked and sucked and sent lightning bolts of pleasure through her body. As she began to moan, Wren ground against her backside, his hands bunching the fabric of her chemise at her hips.
“I love that sound,” he whispered against her ear, sucking gently on the lobe.
She moaned again. She couldn’t have stopped herself for all the gold in England, and Wren chuckled against her. Aiden looked up at him from his place at her breasts and smiled.
“I want to watch you,” he whispered, his breath short. “I want to watch you have her before we share her.”
CHAPTER3
Emilia
As Emilia’s head spun from Aiden’s request, she heard Wren’s breath catch at her back. He let out a garbled moan deep from his chest. “Do you want that, Emilia?”
She blinked at the question. To be watched by Aiden, to be taken by Wren? The possibility swept her off her feet, crashed dreams into reality, and all she could manage was a jerky nod of consent. Aiden kissed her again and then turned her to Wren. She looked over her shoulder at him as he backed toward the door to the bedchamber. He closed it and leaned back against it, rubbing the hard cock that flared his trousers slightly.
Wren touched her chin and brought her attention back to him. “I want to make you come, Emilia,” he whispered. “I want to feel you come around my cock until you’re weak.”
“Please,” she whimpered. “But I want to see you, Wren. I need to see you.”
He nodded and stepped back, shoving out of his jacket and tossing it on the floor where her dress had been kicked. She watched him, licking her lips as he slowly untied his cravat, unbuttoned his shirt and tugged it over his head. She heard Aiden make a sound from the door and glanced back to find he had unbuttoned the fall front of his trousers and was now stoking his rigid, naked cock. She wished she could see him better, but the thought that he was doing it made her wild with excitement.
She forced her attention back to Wren. He was gorgeous. There was no other word for the body presented to her. Muscular, but still lean. His broad shoulders tapered down to narrow hips and in between was a length of hard muscle lightly peppered with dark chest hair.
Emilia couldn’t help herself. She staggered a step forward and placed a trembling hand to the bare skin, bunching her fingers against the warm firmness of his form. He pushed his hand into her hair, tilting her face up to kiss her hard and fast. She shivered because Wren had always been the one in control and yet she felt him balancing on the edge of it now. Ready to unleash whatever passions he repressed for public consumption.
He gripped the edge of her chemise, which was still bunched at her hips, and tugged hard. It fluttered to her feet and now she was naked but for her stockings, her slippers. He stepped away and stared at her for a long, charged moment. Then he faced her toward Aiden to show him what he saw.
His body moved against her back and his arms came around her, drawing her against his bare chest. “Look at her,” he whispered.
“I couldn’t look away if I tried,” Aiden said, his strokes on his cock harder now, faster.
Wren cupped her breasts, squeezing the sensitive flesh, lifting her as he rubbed his thumbs against her nipples. She ground back against him with a soft cry, trying to find some way to relieve the throbbing pleasure that had already begun to make her thighs wet with anticipation.
One of his hands stole away from her breast, sliding down her ribcage, her stomach, and then settled between her legs. She lolled her head against his chest, the air leaving her lungs when he rubbed thick fingers across the lips of her sex.
“She’s so wet, Aiden,” he said. “So ready for me, for you, for us.”
Aiden nodded, his teeth sinking into his lower lip the same way Emilia wanted to sink her own into it. Wren’s fingers slid across her entrance again and she spread her legs farther to allow him access. He stroked into her, finding no resistance, and she barked out pleasure at the invasion.
He thrust with his fingers, gently but insistently, playing her body like an instrument he had been practicing all his life. She rocked against him, her breath short as the pleasure built. He never took her too far, though, never let her find release, just teased her. Played with her as if they had all night.
And, of course, they did. That fact was as powerful as his touch after all these years apart. She reached back and rubbed her hand against the front of his trousers, feeling the hardness of him, the rumble of pleasure in his chest.
