She didn’t want to be patient. She wanted them. Now.
A hand stroked down her belly. “This works better if we’reallnaked,” Xaber said with a chuckle.
He undid the knot in the tie around her waist and slid both her pants and panties over her hips. The caress of the fabric blended with the warmth of his touch, and she arched her hips to make it happen faster.
She felt the mattress shift as he left the bed. She wrapped her arms around Mace’s shoulders and pulled him down on top of her.
He laughed and kissed her hard, his tongue twined with hers as his fingers worked a sensual sort of magic when he moved from one breast to the other. Pleasure coursed through her. The flames already burning grew brighter with every touch.
“I gotta say, I like this view,” Xaber said from somewhere near her feet.
Mace raised his head to stare at his batch-brother. “Quit ogling my ass and get back here. Our temptress deserves both our attention.”
“Please. Your naked butt is not the view I’m enjoying.”
Tish lifted her head to see. Xaber stood at the foot of the bed, his well-muscled body on full display.
Stars. Why did he look even bigger with his clothes off?
Xaber grinned at her, very aware of her gaze. He had broad shoulders and a trim build that was all muscle and grace. His cock stood to full attention, rising from between his thick thighs. Without a word, he bowed in her direction and then turned in a tight circle to let her see every part of him.
“Idiot,” Mace grumbled. “We all know you’re the pretty one.”
That bothered her. She turned and placed a hand on Mace’s massive chest. She hadn’t noticed before, but thin, faded scars were scattered across his upper torso. “Don’t do that. You arebothsexy as hell.”
“I think you’re biased.”
She glowered at Mace. “Of course I am. If I wasn’t, I wouldn’t be here. I want this.” She tapped his chest and then reached up to lay her hand against his scarred cheek. “I want you. Both of you. Sofraxxyes, I’m biased.”
Mace’s scowl melted into a smile that filled her heart. “You’re sexy as hell when you get riled.”
“Agreed. Now, can we please get back to the important stuff? I believe I promised to eat you up.” Xaber waggled his brows. “It’s time for dessert.”
He prowled toward the foot of the bed. Once there, he placed a heated hand on each of her ankles and spread her legs.
“Yes,” he hissed softly. “So beautiful.”
Mace sat up and rolled to one side, somehow landing behind her. His legs stretched out on either side, and he coaxed her backward until her head and shoulders rested on his chest.
Xaber moved like a predator as he made his way onto the bed. He paused to lift each of her legs, placing them over his shoulders.
Mace began to toy with her breasts again, his deft fingers making her shiver as pleasure washed over her.
Xaber was between her legs now, his eyes fever-bright as he lowered his mouth to her already wet pussy. He used the fingers of one hand to part her labia and then stopped to blow a stream of warm air over her throbbing clit.
Tish closed her eyes and moaned.
When nothing happened, she arched her hips upward, begging for his touch.
He blew out another soft breath and then stroked the pad of his thumb over her clitoris. She cried out, her legs tightening around his shoulders as she pulled him closer.
“I want to hear you, Tix. Tell me what feels good.”
She barely had time to take a breath before his mouth latched on to her pussy, feasting on her flesh. He sucked the swollen nub of her clit into his mouth, lashing it with his tongue as his fingers found her opening and made their way inside.
She cried out in wordless wonder, her hips rising from the bed. Mace held her, his hands busy, his mouth by her ear. “Does it feel good, little temptress? Do you like what he’s doing?”
“Yes! Oh, yes.”
