David stood and kissed Reese sweetly. “How about we get ready for bed and we’ll see how much longer the night goes?”
“That sounds wonderful,” Mati said, rising for a kiss of her own before disappearing into the bathroom.
David went to his suitcase and stripped down to a pair of dark blue boxer briefs like it was nothing.
Reese told himself not to stare, his palms itching to run over all that warm skin and hard muscle, his heart racing because that wasactually an option. At least, he thought it was.
David cocked his head when he found Reese standing there, not getting ready for bed. His gaze was hot, his smile lethal.
Reese slowly pulled off his clothes, achingly aware of David’s eyes on him as he bared his arms, his chest. He turned his back to tackle his belt buckle, not wanting David to see how his fingers fumbled with anticipation and nerves.
He nearly jumped out of his skin when David’s hand brushed over his shoulder.
He spun, his face heating as David ran his eyes down the length of Reese’s body, lingering briefly on the erection tenting his briefs. David’s hand brushed over one of Reese’s pecs, his palm rubbing the nipple until it peaked.
“No hair,” he observed, his fingers brushing over Reese’s solar plexus.
“I never had much, and I swim almost every day. The chlorine took what little there was.”
David hummed, tugging him closer for a kiss. Reese opened to him, meeting David’s tongue with his own and curling his hands around David’s ribs. His skin was warm. Soft. Beneath it, muscles bunched and quivered.
He dragged his palms inward until his thumbs trailed down the line of hair dipping from David’s belly to his—
The bathroom door opened and they stepped apart. Mati stood in her long, sexy nightgown, framed in light, her hair piled into a messy knot on her head. She tossed a bundle of clothing into her bag and jumped onto the bed, holding her hands out to them.
“Come here.”
For the sake of his sanity, Reese had never allowed himself to imagine what Mati might be like in bed, but he could never have imagined how powerful she was. How direct and utterly in command, asking for what she wanted.
He couldn’t have imagined how much he’d like that, either.
He climbed onto the bed and Mati fell onto her back, her hand still held out for him. He took it and lay down beside her.
The windows went dark, and the mattress dipped as David crawled closer. A shiver went down Reese’s back, every nerve in his body tuned to thetwopeople in bed with him.
Mati smiled and threaded her fingers into Reese’s hair. “I have ideas.”
“And I can’t wait to hear them,” he said as she towed him closer and into a kiss.
Chapter Eleven
The hum of arousal beneath David’s skin grew into a buzz as he watched Mati and Reese. He’d never thought of himself as having a voyeuristic bent, but clearly he hadn’t realized the potential. Then again, when you watched other people kiss, you normally didn’t also get to touch them.
He lay down so that he and Reese were stretched out on opposite sides of Mati, and drew his palm over her arm, her hip, and along the top of her thigh. She moaned, pressing into his touch. Carefully gauging Reese’s reaction, David brushed his hand over him, too, from knee to hip. Reese shivered and wriggled closer.
David fought the instinct to strip them bare and learn every inch of their bodies with his hands and lips right that instant. He was desperate to leave his marks all over them and have them do the same to him—but he didn’t want to rush, either.
First, because a lot of this was going to be new to Reese, and David would be damned if Reese didn’t enjoy each new experience thoroughly.But second, because David wanted to savor every moment. They had longer than these two nights to explore each other, but he didn’t knowhow muchlonger. He intended to make the most of every second he got.
And there was so much to learn.
He ran his hand up Mati’s shoulder and tested how stretchy the nightgown was, pleased to find the answer wasvery. He nuzzled her neck, his shoulder nudging Reese’s and getting a playful nudge back. David grinned against Mati’s soft skin, teeth nipping delicately at her collarbone.
She groaned and wiggled until her hip was wedged against his growing erection, the pressure a relief and agony all at once.
He cupped her breast and she arched into his palm.
“This okay?” he asked as his fingers squeezed and stroked.
