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Kieran tapped my temple lightly as he pulled his lips from mine. “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”

Sliding my fingertips over the light stubble lining his jaw, I gathered my thoughts. “I’m not quite sure what’s going on here,” I admitted, letting my hands drop to the soft fabric covering his chest as I met his gaze. “I mean, obviously it’s complicated because…” I waved a hand, embarrassed to speak the words aloud.

“Because what, Em?”

I looked down. “What happened earlier. In my bedroom, and in that office. The … uh … the two-on-one thing.”

Kieran’s expression shifted; lines formed around his eyes as a smile pulled at his sinful mouth. “Two-on-one?”

“Yeah.” I dared to look him in the eye again. “Me and Knox. Me and you.”

“I like to think of it more as one-on-one-on-one.” He chuckled. “That’s a mouthful.”

I relaxed a little. At least he could joke about it. “I just don’t want to give you the wrong idea.”

His eyebrows lowered, his hands coming to rest on my thighs. “And what idea might that be?”

“That I could…” I swallowed past the anxiety building. “That I could not be with Knox.”

Something flashed in his eyes, but I couldn’t tell whether it was heat or disappointment.

Seeing it made me want to clarify further. “Just so you know, I would be telling Knox the same thing right now.”

“Would you?”

“Yes.” I dragged my finger along his jaw. “It might not be conventional, and it might deem me something that society isn’t comfortable with, but I want both of you.” I leaned in and pressed my lips to his lightly. “Separately and at the same time.”

This time when he growled, Kieran’s hands cupped my ass and jerked me until I felt the hard ridge of his erection pressing against my most intimate place.

“Does that bother you?” I asked, despite the fact his actions spoke for him.

“Quite the opposite, love.” His hand went to the back of my head and pulled me down until his mouth was on mine.

The seduction burned up at that point, and what stepped out of the ashes was hot and wicked. Kieran’s reverence morphed into a blinding need that I could practically taste. I knew how he felt because it consumed me as well. I wanted him. I had from the moment he’d sat down with me at the club. I’d known then that he would push my limits, and I wanted that more than I wanted my next breath.

“Kieran…” I whimpered. “Touch me.”

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Kieran

If I’d ever wondered what drove Knox’sobsession with this woman, I now understood.

There was something so innately pure, so sweetly genuine about her that she just drew you in, captivated you. But it was what was beneath that sweet outer shell that had the power to grab a man by the balls and hold on tightly.

Emily was admitting her desire to be with two men, and at the same time, she wasn’t selfish with it. It made me want her even more, which I hadn’t thought was possible.

“Touch me, please,” she repeated.

Bloody hell, it was taking everything in my power not to unleash the beast that was pacing back and forth, baring teeth. I wanted her with a passion that rivaled anything I’d ever felt, a driving need so strong I thought I would choke on it.

Flattening my palms against her thighs, I wished her boots were off. While they were sexy as fuck, they hindered my ability to touch skin. I let my wandering fingers dip beneath the cotton sweater, pushing it up over her hips. I didn’t stop, lifting it up and sliding it over her head. With no undergarments on, she was naked, save for the boots, which had me rethinking my need for them to disappear.

I felt her gaze as she watched me, gauging what I would do next. I met her stare as I leaned in, licked her nipple. Emily sighed, her hand instantly on the back of my head, pulling me closer as though that would give her what she needed. I teased in my efforts to control myself, licking a circle around her areola before sucking her into my mouth.

“Ah, yes.” Emily’s head fell back on her shoulders as she began grinding against my erection currently restrained by my jeans.

She held me there while I fondled her breast with my lips, teeth, and tongue, loosening her grip only to allow me to devote the same attention to her other breast.