“You know what you’re doin’?” he asked, and there was so much passion in the words.
“When it comes to kissin’ you? I knowexactlywhat I’m doin’.”
“And the rest?”
“Not a clue,” she answered truthfully, but she wasn’t going to let it stop her.
For the first time in a really long time, Stevie had the opportunity to be the carefree girl she’d once been. And yeah, she had these two men to thank for that. It was like falling back on the familiar, knowing what to expect. She could even predict the aftermath, although she wasn’t interested in analyzing it right now.
Stevie went up on her toes so she could reach Nico’s lips. She aimed for chaste in an effort to goad him, but he was onto her. Without warning, he grabbed her hips and lifted her, dropping her butt on the counter. His mouth was on hers instantly, hot and needy. She groaned, her arms sliding around him, palms flattening on his back so she could keep him there.
Nico kissed her like a starving man. His tongue dueled with hers, battling for dominance. He would win. She had no doubt because surrendering to him was so much fun.
No, Nico wasn’t rough with her. The very most he would do was grab her hair from time to time, but even that was gentler than she would’ve preferred. She missed the intensity of her encounters with Stone. No one had ever taken her the way he had. They were either not into it or worried they would hurt her. Nico fell into the second category.
Was Stone still as dominant and aggressive? Would he toss her like a rag doll and make her feel that same sweet ache in her core as he had back then? She wanted that. Hell, sheneededthat. It had been too long since she’d been with a man who looked like he was trying to keep it together when really he wanted to fall apart because he couldn’t resist her.
A hand moved along her thigh. She knew it belonged to Stone because Nico’s were on her face as he plundered her mouth.
She reached for him, keeping one arm around Nico, her other hand sliding over Stone’s. His knuckles were rough, a sign he worked with his hands. It turned her on to think about what those sexy hands could do to her body.
Nico grabbed her hair and tipped her head back, their lips separating. She gasped for breath, her chest heaving from both exertion and a hunger so powerful that it was a good thing she was sitting down.
Without moving her head, she looked at Stone. “Are we even yet?”
Stone was looking at Nico. “I don’t know.”
Before she could suggest anything, Stone moved, stepping closer to Nico, taking his arm. Nico released her hair and turned, following Stone’s movements until Nico’s back was to her, his hips between her thighs. When Nico leaned against the counter, it allowed her to see over his shoulder as Stone moved in.
As though they’d done it a thousand times before, Stone cupped the back of Nico’s head, holding it firmly as he leaned into him.
Stevie was mesmerized, completely unhinged by the sight of these two men kissing. The two sexiest men on the planet were different in so many ways, yet when they came together, it was like they belonged that way.
Nico rested his forearms on her thighs, his hands cupping her knees as Stone devoured him. Stevie couldn’t resist sliding her hand beneath his shirt, seeking warm skin. His torso was a wonderland of ridges and valleys. All those delectable muscles were a playground for her fingertips.
A soft hum escaped him as she let her hands wander. Higher at first, then back down. She dipped her fingertips into his waistband, sighing as she grazed that mouthwatering V that led down, down, down.
When Stone and Nico continued to kiss, Stevie gripped the hem of Nico’s shirt and lifted it. Stone must’ve sensed what she was doing because he stepped back, releasing Nico’s mouth so he could watch as she revealed Nico’s rock-hard body.
Nico would’ve been the perfect choice for one of those art classes where people painted or sketched the human form. Every single muscle in his body was perfectly defined. From the steely contours of his shoulders to the perfect muscles in his calves and every inch in between, the man was built as though someone had created him from a mold labeledPerfection.
She got Nico’s shirt off, and Stone whistled a definite sound of approval that matched the appreciation in his eyes.
Jäger yipped, causing all three of them to look at him where he sat near the table.
“We’re good,” Stone assured him. “You can go back to your nap.”
As though he understood every word, Jäger flopped back down with a sigh.
“Your turn,” Nico told Stone.
Stone looked confused. “My turn?”
“To take your shirt off.”
Stone’s eyes darted to Stevie.
“He’s right.” She smiled. “It’s only fair.”
