“This is the wildest thing we’ve ever done,” Jase muttered.
“Top three,” I agreed. “Easy.”
At the end, a door stood open a few inches.
“That’s her room,” I said.
“No shit,” Jase replied.
I pushed the door the rest of the way open and stepped inside.
Faye stood near the bed, her dress still on, heels off, bare feet sinking into the rug. A lamp on the nightstand lit her hair, and an empty champagne flute sat on the dresser.
Her mouth curved. “Took you long enough.”
“We came as quickly as we could,” Jase answered.
Faye’s gaze drifted over both of us, and the heat beneath my collar climbed.
She walked toward us, her dress swaying around her legs, the slit flashing more thigh with each step. Up close, I could see her lipstick was a little faded and a few strands of hair had slipped free. Seeing her look slightly imperfect made her hotter to me.
“You two gonna stare all night, or are you gonna kiss me?” she asked.
That snapped the last of my control.
I closed the space between us and cupped her jaw. Her eyes dropped to my mouth for half a second, then she rose onto her toes and met me halfway.
She tasted like champagne and frosting. She tilted her head, opened for me, and the kiss turned rough and fast. Her fingers grabbed my lapel and yanked me closer until our chests pressed together.
I felt Jase step in behind her. His hand slid over her hip. She broke away from my mouth and turned her head toward him, grabbing his shirt and pulling him down.
He let out a low sound as their mouths met. He pulled back. “You have no idea what that dress did to us.”
“I’ve got an idea,” she answered, a little breathless. “I saw you staring at me all night.”
She caught my wrist, and dragged my hand around her waist so we were both on her, wrapped around her as she switched between our mouths. Her body moved against us, caught between us, and my brain tried to keep up with everything going on.
Jase kept his hands on her as I slid her hair over one shoulder. My fingers slipped beneath the thin straps resting on her shoulders and eased them down, the silky fabric loosening as it began to slide over her body and fall to the floor at her feet.
Under it, she wore nothing at all.
My breath stalled. “Holy shit.”
Jase just stared. “You’re fucking beautiful.”
She stepped out of the dress, nudged it aside with her foot, then hooked her fingers into our ties and tugged us back in, pressing her bare skin against our shirts. My hands settled on her waist and skimmed upward. Jase’s palms moved lower.
Goosebumps rose along her arms. She shivered and leaned into me, kissing me hard, her hand cupping my bearded cheek. When she turned to kiss Jase, I bent to her neck and tasted her skin, catching the quick hitch in her breath as I hit the spot under her ear.
“Jackets,” she muttered. “Off now.”
We stripped them off quickly and tossed them over the chair. Her hands went straight to my shirt buttons, fumbling them open with impatient fingers. Jase worked on his own. Faye pushed my shirt off my shoulders, tugged my undershirt off andthen dragged her nails down my chest. Her touch was light but enough to make my muscles clench. Jase’s bare arm brushed mine. That registered too, but I tried to ignore it.
We kicked off our shoes and stepped out of our pants, neither of us willing to stop kissing her even for a second. She backed up until her calves hit the bed and sat, then scooted to the middle and stretched out, her hair spread on the pillow. She held out a hand to each of us.
“Come here.”
We climbed onto the mattress, one on each side. The bed dipped under our weight as all three of us closed in. She pulled us down, and we were tangled fast.
