Jared sat on her other side.
Matteo began to play, his fingers fluttering over the guitar strings, making them sigh. The tempo built, a lovely rhythm that was sensual, sexual, somehow. He was watching them, Leigh and Jared both, his green eyes gleaming, some sort of challenge in them. Or was she imagining that? But he could certainly play. The music was gorgeous, Spanish-style guitar mixed with a bit of Caribbean flavor. She turned to look at Jared, and his gaze was on Matteo, but quickly flicked to her. He smiled, his dimple flickering in his cheek, and he took her hand, stroking the back of it with his thumb as they listened. The music, Jared’s touch, was sending heat spiraling into her system. And Matteo’s beautiful face, the intensity of his expression…what sort of lover would he be?
When Matteo was done he set the guitar down on the floor carefully.
“What do you think?”
“Brilliant,” Jared answered.
“You always say that.”
“It’s always true.”
“And you, Leigh? Did you enjoy my playing?”
“Jared’s right, that was brilliant. So soulful.”
“Ah, I like this one, Jared,” he said, lifting her hand to kiss it, his soft lips lingering.
Jared was still stroking her other hand, and he moved his palm up over her arm, stroking her shoulder. She was shivering with need, with the sensation of the two men touching her at once. With the exquisite anticipation of what might happen between them all.
Jared moved closer, his mouth next to her ear, until she could feel his warm breath on her cheek. “Leigh, tell me what you want.”
It was a command, and yet she knew this was up to her. Knew she’d be crazy to turn this opportunity down.
“I want you both.”
“Ah, wonderful.” Jared kissed her cheek, his hand slipping down over her collarbone, his fingers stroking the side of her neck. He’d come to know how sensitive she was there. He knew all her most sensitive spots already, had known instinctively almost since their first moments together. “I was hoping you’d say that. I thought you might.”
Matteo still held her hand to his lips, brushing them over her skin. His gaze was on hers, his eyes a beautiful, dark green. Full of fire. Full of need. His lips were so damn soft, kissing the back of her hand over and over, then turning it over and sliding up to her wrist. Neither of them had touched her breasts, her sex, and yet she felt as close to coming as she ever had in her life.
“Jared…”
“What is it, darlin’?”
“Undress me, please.”
A small chuckle from him, then he pulled her dress over her head in one smooth motion. Matteo reached out and caressed one taut nipple with his fingertip.
“Beautiful breasts, Leigh. Damn perfect, really. I could write a song about them.”
She laughed, feeling freer than she ever had in her life, somehow. Powerful, desired by these two men.
“It’s true,” Matteo insisted, leaning forward and laying a soft kiss where his fingertip had been.
Pleasure surged through her, her breasts aching, her lacy panties soaked. She was vaguely aware of Jared undressing behind her, but Matteo’s touch, his mouth, were making her crazy. His fingers were still stroking the undersides of her breasts as he feathered his lips over her nipple.
“Come on, Matteo,” she told him. Pleaded with him.
“I like that you’re so eager,” he murmured.
“But we’re just getting started,” Jared said, pulling her back, until she was reclining on his naked body.
Bloodlines merge, passions surge…
Vampires’ Consort
© 2011 Bonnie Dee
Magical Menages, Book 2
One riveting glance from the handsome stranger stalking her in the supermarket shakes Akila Massri down to her soul. And when Jacob Baum hands her an engraved invitation to visit his billionaire employer’s retreat, curiosity—and the need to pay off her student loans—overcomes the instinct to refuse.
Once on Valarian Kaspan’s private tropical island, her dark and deadly
Matteo began to play, his fingers fluttering over the guitar strings, making them sigh. The tempo built, a lovely rhythm that was sensual, sexual, somehow. He was watching them, Leigh and Jared both, his green eyes gleaming, some sort of challenge in them. Or was she imagining that? But he could certainly play. The music was gorgeous, Spanish-style guitar mixed with a bit of Caribbean flavor. She turned to look at Jared, and his gaze was on Matteo, but quickly flicked to her. He smiled, his dimple flickering in his cheek, and he took her hand, stroking the back of it with his thumb as they listened. The music, Jared’s touch, was sending heat spiraling into her system. And Matteo’s beautiful face, the intensity of his expression…what sort of lover would he be?
When Matteo was done he set the guitar down on the floor carefully.
“What do you think?”
“Brilliant,” Jared answered.
“You always say that.”
“It’s always true.”
“And you, Leigh? Did you enjoy my playing?”
“Jared’s right, that was brilliant. So soulful.”
“Ah, I like this one, Jared,” he said, lifting her hand to kiss it, his soft lips lingering.
Jared was still stroking her other hand, and he moved his palm up over her arm, stroking her shoulder. She was shivering with need, with the sensation of the two men touching her at once. With the exquisite anticipation of what might happen between them all.
Jared moved closer, his mouth next to her ear, until she could feel his warm breath on her cheek. “Leigh, tell me what you want.”
It was a command, and yet she knew this was up to her. Knew she’d be crazy to turn this opportunity down.
“I want you both.”
“Ah, wonderful.” Jared kissed her cheek, his hand slipping down over her collarbone, his fingers stroking the side of her neck. He’d come to know how sensitive she was there. He knew all her most sensitive spots already, had known instinctively almost since their first moments together. “I was hoping you’d say that. I thought you might.”
Matteo still held her hand to his lips, brushing them over her skin. His gaze was on hers, his eyes a beautiful, dark green. Full of fire. Full of need. His lips were so damn soft, kissing the back of her hand over and over, then turning it over and sliding up to her wrist. Neither of them had touched her breasts, her sex, and yet she felt as close to coming as she ever had in her life.
“Jared…”
“What is it, darlin’?”
“Undress me, please.”
A small chuckle from him, then he pulled her dress over her head in one smooth motion. Matteo reached out and caressed one taut nipple with his fingertip.
“Beautiful breasts, Leigh. Damn perfect, really. I could write a song about them.”
She laughed, feeling freer than she ever had in her life, somehow. Powerful, desired by these two men.
“It’s true,” Matteo insisted, leaning forward and laying a soft kiss where his fingertip had been.
Pleasure surged through her, her breasts aching, her lacy panties soaked. She was vaguely aware of Jared undressing behind her, but Matteo’s touch, his mouth, were making her crazy. His fingers were still stroking the undersides of her breasts as he feathered his lips over her nipple.
“Come on, Matteo,” she told him. Pleaded with him.
“I like that you’re so eager,” he murmured.
“But we’re just getting started,” Jared said, pulling her back, until she was reclining on his naked body.
Bloodlines merge, passions surge…
Vampires’ Consort
© 2011 Bonnie Dee
Magical Menages, Book 2
One riveting glance from the handsome stranger stalking her in the supermarket shakes Akila Massri down to her soul. And when Jacob Baum hands her an engraved invitation to visit his billionaire employer’s retreat, curiosity—and the need to pay off her student loans—overcomes the instinct to refuse.
Once on Valarian Kaspan’s private tropical island, her dark and deadly
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