Page 62 of The Betrothal

“You can’t give him space without giving us space because that is not an option.” Seb buried his face into my hair, the warmth of his breath across my neck making me shudder and I felt a telltale hardness forming under me.

“Well, I sort of meant all of you,” I gritted. “I’m not a good addition to this dynamic, it seems. I’m straining your relationship with him, Seb.” I tilted my head away from him, although it was the last thing I wanted to do, I was determined to have this conversation.

“And Ben…” I made sure to make eye contact with him from my position on top of Seb, twisting as he nuzzled me. “He’s so worried about you. The risk to your relationship isn’t worth the short nature of whatever this is.” I was loath to say it, especially as sparks of heat flared where Seb’s lips worked their way along the column of my throat.

At my last words he sharply nipped my earlobe making me jump and him groan, his arousal throbbed under me. My words had died with the sensations rolling over my skin, starting where Seb touched me and shooting down, my nipples were tight and demanding touch. It had been a matter of hours since our tryst upstairs, and I’d never really felt the need for someone so soon after being with them.

I cleared my throat, searching for another argument, but settled for simply willing myself to work free of Seb’s hold.

“Bed,” I muttered.

“Thought you’d never ask.” Seb’s rumble in my ear had more shudders working through me, my breathing turning shallow.

I needed to leave, my point hardly effective if I were to start rolling myself needily over Seb’s lap.

“Alone.” I closed my hands over Seb’s, tapping lightly in communication but it had no effect.

I was locked into his hold and I wasn’t going anywhere.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

ISABELLE

The ghost of a touch across my bare ankles snapped my attention to Ben, the blanket had fallen aside and he was running the softest of touches over my skin. The sensation, possibly the gentlest way I’d been touched by a man, was like a shock of adrenaline. I gaped at him, aware it was less than attractive yet unable to help myself. His hands on my skin, purposefully, hit me like a drug.

“We like it when Ben touches us?” Seb whispered the question into my ear earning him only a sigh in reply. Was I that easy to seduce?

Ben’s tentative touches turned more confident, featherlight caresses along the bottom of my leggings, fingers delicately running under the edges of my sock.

“His attention is addictive, don’t you think?” Seb’s words were like honey, ramping up my aroused state, he chased them with kisses to my throat.

Nodding, I couldn’t find any words, none at all.

“You want to see?” Seb muttered.

My brain tried to make sense of that when I realised Seb was no longer working his way across my neck, that he’d turned to Ben.

Shifting my attention, I found Ben looking between us, eyes dark with desire.

“Yes.” It was a whisper.

“See what?” I asked.

Seb took hold of my jaw, turning my face to lay a gentle kiss on my open mouth, he then faced Ben who had his lower lip pinched between his teeth observing us with unbridled want.

Seb muttered something I couldn’t make out, before he turned back in to resume his kisses. This time it more resembled our feverish kisses from earlier, demanding.

He forced his tongue inside my mouth, groaning and my temperature spiked, my body beginning to demand more of him, so I threaded my fingers into his hair and yanked him in. He took that as the green light to consume me.

My feet were shifted and I felt the warmth of Ben’s leg between mine as he came closer. At the movement, Seb broke our kiss. My breath stuttered in and out and I was almost lost enough in the moment to beg him to carry on.

“More?” Seb asked. Who to didn’t matter because he received the same response.

“Yes.” Mine was utterly breathless.

“Please.” Ben’s voice carried awe.

Seb’s answering chuckle was pure sin. Ben’s hands began to rove more freely but no less carefully over my lower body.