Page 36 of Theirs to Treasure

“This isn’t a threesome,” Sam whispered into her ear, just loud enough for Chance to hear him. “This is the start of a relationship between the three of us. That’s something else on an entirely different plane.”

Josie was silent, but Chance felt how tense she’d gotten. “Ask your question, Zee.”

“Didn’t you like the, uhm, sex part? And if you didn’t, what makes you think you will with me? I’m not good at sex.”

Her toes curled so tight Chance was afraid she might end up with a cramp.

“I don’t mean to sound trite, but Zee, this isn’t going to be sex, this really is going to be making love,” Chance said as his hand circled her delicate ankle. She shuddered, not at the caress, but at his words.

“I don’t want to disappoint you,” she whispered as she looked into his eyes.

“You won’t. You can’t. We’re not necessarily going to do anything tonight, except maybe…”

He watched as Sam continued to massage her shoulders.

“A kiss Zee? Would you let me kiss you?”

She opened her mouth, nothing but air came out. Then she nodded. Chance swung her feet off his knees and Sam moved her so that she was in Chance’s arms. She looked up at him with a dazed expression.

“Just a kiss, Zee.”

She wore her hair down in long waves, and Chance had been aching to touch it since he’d seen her tonight. Touch it, sink his fingers in it, glory in it. And now he could.

She looked up at him, her eyes dark with desire. She was with him.

“I’m going to want so much more than a kiss, Chance, but I’m nervous.”

He traced the backs of his knuckles against her high cheekbones. Chasing the heat as she flushed.

“We’re all a little nervous,” Sam chuckled as he lounged against the back of the couch, looking like a contented sultan. “But that just means we’re excited and we’ll try harder. It’s a good thing, trust me.”

She looked over her shoulder, then glanced back at Chance. She licked her plump lower lip. “Is he right?” she asked Chance.

“Let’s find out.” He was sick of talking.

He speared his fingers through the hair at the back of her neck and angled her head where he needed it, and she gasped at his handling.

Perfect.

He dipped in for the first kiss of his life that truly mattered.

Chance was lost. It wasn’t the chocolate and peppermint, it was the texture, taste and thrill of Josie, the woman. His Zee. Her lips slid against his, and he fell into a vortex of bliss. He held back, somehow, teasing her with his tongue, coaxing her mouth to open. When she did, he thrust inwards for the dark, carnal mating his body craved.

The moment she sucked his tongue deeper into the warm cavern of her mouth, he pulled her onto his lap, needing to tuck her in even closer. Someone moaned.

Her?

Him?

Did it matter?

She didn’t wiggle against him, she undulated, dancing against his cock through the layers of their clothes. He was going to die.

Only a kiss. I promised only a kiss. Be strong.

He slowed things down, moving his lips to her cheek, then upwards to her temple. He whispered, “Zee?”

“More, you promised me more.”