begs the question. For tonight, we could spend some more time discuss—”
She cut him off with a kiss. His hand lifted off her leg and hovered in the air for a moment, as if he was unsure what to do, where to touch her, if he should touch her.
She wasn’t nearly as uncertain. She kissed him passionately, cradling his neck in both hands, and when he finally rested his hand on her waist, she damn near melted against him.
My mouth watered. I knew what his kiss tasted like, I knew what hers tasted like, and even if I didn’t, just seeing them like this was fucking hot. Still kissing her, he opened his eyes and met mine, and all the air left my lungs. I knew that look. God in heaven, did I know that look. Half a decade as my lover, and Donovan could still weaken my knees with a look.
He closed his eyes again and moved his hand from her side to her face. His jaw moved. So did hers. Brow furrowing, he pulled in a sharp breath through his nose and held her closer, kissing her deeply, desperately. She may have made the first move, but he surrendered to no one, and he was in control now.
Carmen didn’t seem to mind. She held on to him and whimpered softly into his kiss.
When they separated, their eyes met, and I watched a shiver climb up her spine as he looked at her with that same undeniable hunger. I trailed my fingertips along the same path that shiver had gone, and she arched her back against him as my fingers drifted over her bra strap.
I leaned in and kissed the side of her neck, and she shivered again.
“How much time do we have?” I asked Donovan in between trailing gentle kisses up the side of her neck.
He glanced at his watch. “Ryan’s out ’til ten or ten thirty. Looks like we have about three hours.”
“Well then,” Carmen said. “Maybe we should make use of that time.”
“Maybe we should.” I slid a hand up into her hair and drew her back toward me. She turned around to face me, and the hunger in her eyes was as intense as Donovan’s.
We had so much more to think about and talk about than sex right now, but at this point, there was too much tension that needed to be relieved.
As soon as our lips met, though, all my stress and worries went into suspended animation, and I simply needed her.
Chapter Five
Donovan
Watching Isaac kiss Carmen turned me on almost as much as kissing either of them myself. Ever since he’d started hinting about some bi-curiosity, seeing him with a woman had been a fantasy of mine. Seeing him with her? Even more so. I’d secretly wanted her anyway, so to see the two of them together was unreal.
Isaac tangled his fingers in her dark hair and pulled her closer. She moaned softly into his kiss, and his other hand followed a shiver up her spine. My heart fluttered. It wasn’t just the voyeur in me that loved watching them turn each other on. It was a relief. Something right . As right as anything could be in a situation such as this, anyway.
Last time was drunk and desperate. I didn’t take the time to stop and enjoy her. Or enjoy watching them. It had been one of my only regrets about that night, letting my ages-old fantasy slip past without memorizing every last second. We’d gotten out of our clothes and into her as fast as possible, taking turns fucking her until neither of us could move. None of us had given a damn about foreplay. I hadn’t even gone down on her, which I’d regretted. Oh, but I’d make up for that tonight.
Isaac was in no hurry this time either. He dipped his head to kiss her neck, and just before his lips touched her skin, he paused, eyes closed. He inhaled slowly through his nose, and I shivered for him. That first breath of a woman. The faint traces of perfume, maybe a hint of whatever shampoo she used, all with her kiss lingering on his tongue. When he kissed the side of her neck, I couldn’t hold back anymore. I had to taste her skin.
I gathered her hair and laid it between her shoulder blades, giving me access to the other
She cut him off with a kiss. His hand lifted off her leg and hovered in the air for a moment, as if he was unsure what to do, where to touch her, if he should touch her.
She wasn’t nearly as uncertain. She kissed him passionately, cradling his neck in both hands, and when he finally rested his hand on her waist, she damn near melted against him.
My mouth watered. I knew what his kiss tasted like, I knew what hers tasted like, and even if I didn’t, just seeing them like this was fucking hot. Still kissing her, he opened his eyes and met mine, and all the air left my lungs. I knew that look. God in heaven, did I know that look. Half a decade as my lover, and Donovan could still weaken my knees with a look.
He closed his eyes again and moved his hand from her side to her face. His jaw moved. So did hers. Brow furrowing, he pulled in a sharp breath through his nose and held her closer, kissing her deeply, desperately. She may have made the first move, but he surrendered to no one, and he was in control now.
Carmen didn’t seem to mind. She held on to him and whimpered softly into his kiss.
When they separated, their eyes met, and I watched a shiver climb up her spine as he looked at her with that same undeniable hunger. I trailed my fingertips along the same path that shiver had gone, and she arched her back against him as my fingers drifted over her bra strap.
I leaned in and kissed the side of her neck, and she shivered again.
“How much time do we have?” I asked Donovan in between trailing gentle kisses up the side of her neck.
He glanced at his watch. “Ryan’s out ’til ten or ten thirty. Looks like we have about three hours.”
“Well then,” Carmen said. “Maybe we should make use of that time.”
“Maybe we should.” I slid a hand up into her hair and drew her back toward me. She turned around to face me, and the hunger in her eyes was as intense as Donovan’s.
We had so much more to think about and talk about than sex right now, but at this point, there was too much tension that needed to be relieved.
As soon as our lips met, though, all my stress and worries went into suspended animation, and I simply needed her.
Chapter Five
Donovan
Watching Isaac kiss Carmen turned me on almost as much as kissing either of them myself. Ever since he’d started hinting about some bi-curiosity, seeing him with a woman had been a fantasy of mine. Seeing him with her? Even more so. I’d secretly wanted her anyway, so to see the two of them together was unreal.
Isaac tangled his fingers in her dark hair and pulled her closer. She moaned softly into his kiss, and his other hand followed a shiver up her spine. My heart fluttered. It wasn’t just the voyeur in me that loved watching them turn each other on. It was a relief. Something right . As right as anything could be in a situation such as this, anyway.
Last time was drunk and desperate. I didn’t take the time to stop and enjoy her. Or enjoy watching them. It had been one of my only regrets about that night, letting my ages-old fantasy slip past without memorizing every last second. We’d gotten out of our clothes and into her as fast as possible, taking turns fucking her until neither of us could move. None of us had given a damn about foreplay. I hadn’t even gone down on her, which I’d regretted. Oh, but I’d make up for that tonight.
Isaac was in no hurry this time either. He dipped his head to kiss her neck, and just before his lips touched her skin, he paused, eyes closed. He inhaled slowly through his nose, and I shivered for him. That first breath of a woman. The faint traces of perfume, maybe a hint of whatever shampoo she used, all with her kiss lingering on his tongue. When he kissed the side of her neck, I couldn’t hold back anymore. I had to taste her skin.
I gathered her hair and laid it between her shoulder blades, giving me access to the other
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