Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 47223 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47223 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
But she never did.
After she left, I swore I’d never allow my heart to be vulnerable again. But here I am, holding Kate too tight, my lips too close to her temple, while Josh drains her tension with a thorough foot massage…that’s beginning to trail up her calves.
I was fucking fooling myself that I could resist.
For long minutes, I stroke her hip, skate my palm down her thigh, and watch her blond lashes fan her bare cheeks. She looks younger without makeup—and infinitely more fragile. I hold her closer.
I glance up to find Josh staring at her, at the way I’m touching her, while he rubs at her polished pink toes. His eyes are fever bright. I know that expression. He’s not just aroused, but half obsessed. He’s burning for Kate. And I know me. If he crosses the line and woos her into bed—if she lets him between her legs—there’s no way I’ll have the strength to refuse. I might have had a completely separate sex life from Josh since the split with Taylor, but I’m like an addict. I love the high of sharing a woman, of hearing her cries echo off the walls while, together, we give her a pleasure so sharp and undeniable it’s like an out-of-body experience.
“Kate?” he whispers. “Better?”
Her lashes flutter up. “Yes. I feel safe again. I can’t thank you enough for your care and help. Both of you.”
She could hardly have chosen her words better if she wanted to throw gasoline on the fire sparking between us.
The softness of her skin under my hands inflames me. The scent of her vanilla-amber shower gel mixing with the arousal moistening her pussy jacks me up even higher. But combined with the soft trust she’s giving us? That completely undoes me.
Fuck it. I’ll probably regret this, and I’m likely going to hell, but I can’t fight the attraction anymore.
I tuck my finger under her chin. As her lashes flutter open, I lift her face to mine. “Baby girl?”
CHAPTER FOUR
I stare at her mouth. Kate knows what I’m asking her.
Her tongue slides across her lower lip nervously. Then she looks at Josh, who’s leaning in and settling her foot onto his leg, perilously close to the hard inches straining behind his zipper.
I hold my breath, waiting, half willing her to say no and quash what’s brewing between us. The other half of me is eager as fuck for her to say yes.
Kate’s breathing turns choppy, dragging her hard nipples across the front of her nightgown with every breath. In that moment, I’d sell my soul for the mind-blowing bliss I know the three of us could share.
“You want us to help you feel good and forget?” Josh asks softly.
“I-it’s a bad idea,” she demurs. “We shouldn’t.”
I drag my thumb across her pouty lower lip. “But what do you want?”
“Whatever this is between us,” she whispers. “I want it so bad, I hurt.”
The sexual tension I’ve held under a boil for hours bubbles out of control. It doesn’t matter how awkward tomorrow might be or how much it might hurt later. I’m too desperate to care.
“Baby girl…” I cup her jaw and seize her lips, firm and soft and wine-laden, before nudging them apart and shoving my way inside.
Her velvet sweetness makes me shudder. And when she opens wider, offering me more with a moan as she clutches my shoulders and rubs herself against me, I grip her like I’ll never let go.
Because I don’t want to.
Suddenly, she wrenches from our kiss, panting and staring at Josh with dilated eyes. “Oh, my god. You’re touching…”
“Yeah.” My buddy moves his hand under her cotton gown with a groan as he drops a kiss to her knee, then looks my way. “She’s drenched.”
His words burn me from the inside out.
“He has his fingers on your pussy?” I ask Kate.
She gives me a jerky nod. “His thumb is against my—” She gasps. “Oh, my god.”
“Her clit,” Josh moans out. “It’s hard and swollen. Hmm…”
Kate’s stare widens as she looks up at me. “A-and he’s pushing his fingers inside me.”
Jesus, yes. “That feel good?”
“Incredible.” Her eyes slide shut.
I resettle her on my lap and pull her thighs wider apart. “Good. Let him make you feel even better.”
Her head falls back against my arm. “Pleeeease…”
“I got you, sweetheart.” More of Josh’s arm disappears under her nightgown as he eases his fingers in deeper. His stare bounces up to mine. “She’s damn tight.”
“It’s been forever,” she whispers.
“Since you’ve had an orgasm?” I murmur in her ear.
“Since anyone has touched me. I ache so badly…”
“Josh and I will fix that.” We’ll figure out later what this means for our working relationship—and our hearts. Right now, there’s nothing beyond this moment.
“Please,” she implores.
Impatiently, I slide the spaghetti strap off her shoulder. The scrap catches on her elbow, and without moving her—or dislodging Josh—I can’t get this goddamn nightgown off. I’ll fucking improvise because I’m dying to see more of her.