“Am I interruptin’?” he asked, his voice gruff. But it wasn’t with anger, it was something else. Something that sounded an awful lot like the way I felt on the inside. Needy, aching, almost desperate for the three of us to come together as one.
“Not at all,” I told him.
He moved out of my line of sight, so I returned my focus to Wolfe. He was still watching me, still hovering above me. That was when I realized I was still touching him.
Rhys joined us again, perching on the arm of the couch above my head. I reached up, sliding my hand over his thigh, dividing my attention between the two men. I wanted Rhys down here with us. Closer. Touching me while I touched him.
When his hand covered mine, I tugged his arm. He moved, kneeling on the floor beside my head. Wolfe shifted, too, lying on his side next to me, placing me between him and Rhys.
I saw the moment Rhys realized what I was wearing. Or more accurately, what I wasn’t wearing. His blue eyes lit with what I definitely knew was desire this time. He wanted me.
The shirt had obviously been a good idea.
When I awoke the first time in Wolfe’s bed, I was sweating. When I got up to use the restroom, I wandered into his closet and pulled one of his T-shirts off a hanger, stripping down to my panties and then pulling it on. Then I had crawled back into his bed and slept like the dead.
Of course, when I woke up the second time, I had figured wearing the shirt might not be such a bad thing. Based on the look I'd received from Wolfe and the way Rhys’s eyes flared as he blatantly ogled the length of my body, it certainly wasn’t a bad thing.
The heated looks empowered me.
“Touch me,” I whispered, looking from Rhys to Wolfe. “Please.”
Wolfe’s Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat when he swallowed hard.
He didn’t come out and ask me if I was sure, but I knew he was wondering. I didn’t reassure him, wanting him to know without me having to say it.
And I was sure.
As a matter of fact, I'd never been more certain about anything in my life.
Wolfe leaned down and kissed me, and this time, I didn’t let him get away with treating me like blown glass. I grabbed his head and kissed him back, my tongue thrusting into his mouth, my head lifting off the cushion as I crushed my breasts against his chest. My body instantly caught fire when his hand splayed on my thigh. I knew I was affecting him because his hand tightened, his fingers pressing into my skin. Not painfully so, but enough that I could tell he was still holding back.
“Touch me,” I pleaded, kissing down his jaw. “Now, Wolfe.”
He growled low in his throat, the sexiest sound I'd ever heard in my life.
I turned my head, then pulled Rhys in for a kiss. I didn’t want him to sit this one out. I wanted him right there with us. Never in my life had I imagined I'd be sandwiched by the two sexiest men on the planet, yet that was exactly where I found myself.
Right where I wanted to be.
Rhys
Walking into Wolfe’s house and finding the two of them laid out on the couch had made my dick roar to life. Seeing Amy in Wolfe’s T-shirt… Lord have mercy. My jeans had become damned uncomfortable in an instant.
And now that she was kissing me, her urgency was apparent, and my need grew exponentially.
But I didn’t want urgent. I wanted to savor her—this—for as long as possible. I wanted to show her just how good the three of us could be together. After the horror she’d relayed to us this morning, I wanted to show her how it felt to be worshipped, appreciated. Loved.
Granted, the couch probably wasn’t the best place, but it would work for the time being.
I had to break the kiss because Amy was quickly driving me insane. She was making it hard to think. And thinking was critical because there were a million ways I wanted to drive her out of her mind.
Wolfe must’ve been thinking along the same lines because when Amy turned to kiss him, he held back, grinning at her.
“Relax,” Wolfe said, his voice gravelly.
I wasn’t as unaffected as I wanted them to believe, that was for damn sure.
“I think we need to move this to the bedroom,” Wolfe suggested.
