“We’re not tryin’ to rush anything,” Rhys said, drawing my attention to him once more.
I stared into his dark blue eyes, trying to figure out what he was thinking. What he really wanted.
When he’d first picked me up, helping me onto the tailgate, my body had caught fire from his simple touch. It had taken my breath away, even if I'd felt guilty because Wolfe was right there.
“Amy?”
Wolfe’s deep voice drew me out of my thoughts and I peered over at him. He looked worried.
“I’m not saying no,” I admitted, although the words made me blush. “I’m just… I need some time to understand what this is.”
Rhys pulled back, his hand leaving my leg, but I clamped my fingers into his biceps. “No. Don’t move.”
His dark eyebrows lifted.
I looked over at Wolfe. “And you sit.”
He was making me nervous the way his body vibrated with tension.
Wolfe hefted himself up onto the tailgate, the weight of his body causing the truck to dip.
Sliding my hands down Rhys’s arms, I took his palms and once more placed them on my thighs, staring down at them. Even in the moonlight, his sun-bronzed skin was significantly darker than my pale legs. I covered his hands with mine, his warmth seeping into me.
I watched as his thumbs slid across the insides of my thighs, gently, softly. He wasn’t making a move, but the simple touch had fire streaking through me.
Pulling my attention away from the sight, I reached for Wolfe’s hand, placing it on top of Rhys’s hand, on top of my thigh. I covered his hand with mine, mesmerized by his long fingers as they closed over Rhys’s, his thumb brushing the outside edge of Rhys’s wrist.
I swallowed hard. Even the sight of something so innocent was highly erotic. I briefly wondered how Nicole Edwards wrote those books. Seriously.
“Amy…”
I jerked my attention to Rhys, his voice sounding strained as he stood between my thighs. With his hand trapped beneath Wolfe’s, I kept my other hand on his free one and then cupped his face, scooting closer to him, my legs dangling off the tailgate.
When we were close enough that I could feel his breath on my face, I leaned forward, pressing my lips to his. A rough growl sounded, but it didn’t come from Rhys. Wolfe’s hand pressed down on my thigh, his fingers wrapping around, pressing into my flesh. He clearly wasn’t objecting.
Heat consumed me as I explored Rhys’s mouth with my tongue. He was kissing me back but letting me lead. I'd noticed the same thing with Wolfe earlier. These men were hesitant when it came to me. They’d obviously caught on to my twitchiness. Although I appreciated them being gentle with me, I wanted more. Even just a little more.
I moaned and Rhys must’ve read my mind because his hands came up to cradle my face, tilting my head, which allowed him to take full control of the kiss, his tongue darting inside. He wasn’t rough, more like commanding, dominant. I'd never felt anything like it before and I didn’t want him to stop.
When I pulled back, we were both breathing hard, our eyes locked together. For a brief second, I forgot Wolfe was sitting there, although his big hand was still resting on my thigh, warm and secure. I shifted toward him, confusion warring with the urge to kiss him, to let him know that I felt the same thing for him that I felt for Rhys.
His gaze was smoldering hot, boring into me. When I leaned toward him, his hand moved beneath my hair, cupping the back of my head and pulling me close.
The kiss detonated upon impact and I was almost desperate to get closer to him, but I held back. This was moving too fast. I wasn’t sure how this worked, what the rules were, or even if I was ready for something like this.
But that didn’t stop me from kissing Wolfe for all I was worth.
Wolfe
No doubt about it, I had been wild in my younger days. I'd shared plenty of women, oftentimes with my cousin, a couple of times with a buddy I went to school with, but that was significantly different than this thing between me and Amy and Rhys. I had never shared a woman with a man I was attracted to. It had always been about the woman.
And this was just kissing out under the stars by the lake, yet it surpassed any and every single one of my previous encounters by miles.
I knew we wouldn’t go any further than this. As much as I wanted to, I would take things slow with Amy. I wanted her too damn much to fuck things up between us. Hell, I was surprised she was still here, her lips melding to mine, her hands roaming over my upper body. She was fire in my arms, but she was still hesitant, I could tell.
The only thing I worried about was how to make it through the night without making a complete fool of myself. I'd never been so close to coming in my jeans as I was right then, and that was from Amy’s kiss and Rhys’s hand on my leg.
I managed to break the kiss before I lost all good sense.
