Powerful Awakening [L.U.S.T. 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Tonya Ramagos

brain, but what would be the fun in that? The woman standing in front of him might be his Rebecca reincarnated, but Chrystal had a personality of her own. It was that part of her he wanted to learn, to get to know, and to embrace. He would never expect Chrystal to conform in every way to what his Rebecca had been.
    Chrystal blinked at him now, confusion swirling with surprise in her mocha eyes. “Do I, what?”
    “Get it?” Michael asked simply, watching her, reading her expressions and her movements. She didn’t show any sign of nervousness being alone in the office with him. If anything, he got the sense of a woman in full control and a clear mind. Power had sparked the moment she had opened the office door, thickened the closer she walked toward him, and settled in the scant feet of space left between them now. He knew she felt it, but she seemed to be riding on it rather than falling prey to it.
    The confusion moved to her brows as she drew them together. “Lust?”
    “Yes.” Michael pushed off the desk, deciding it was time to turn the tables on her. Andrew had sent her in here alone, likely of her own request. She was enough like Rebecca that he could feel certain in assuming that. After last night, she had her questions. She had been doing enough digging with her fishing pole since she walked in to get a few of them out. But was she only on a trip for information or was it more?
    “Doesn’t everybody?”
    Michael closed the distance between them in a single stride, catching her trim waist in his hands, and pressing his front to hers. He felt as much as heard her quick intake of breath as energy zinged through the air at their contact. Her hands closed around his biceps. Her eyes lifted and she stared up at him from beneath her long lashes before finally tipping her head back and leveling her gaze.
    “It is a natural emotion, though one many do not care to admit feeling.”
    “I’m not a prude, Michael. I’ll admit it if I feel it.”
    Her bluntness made him smile. “And do you feel it? Are you feeling it now, my sweet?”
    Her body moved against his as she took a deep breath and let it out on a sigh. “I don’t know what I’m feeling now. You, Andrew, both of you make my head all wonky and my body all horny, and every time I get near one of you, I feel like I can’t breathe for the sensations that seem to be closing off the oxygen in whatever room we’re in.”
    “Do you wish me to back away?” He would do it if she asked it of him. He might race back to the darkness of his bedroom the instant she walked out of the office, throw himself down on his bed, and cry his heart out. The idea of performing such a childish act told him precisely how far gone he was over her. More than a century without her, the change of her to the woman she was now, and the depth of his feelings for her hadn’t changed at all.
    Her eyes closed as she bowed her head, resting her forehead on his chest. Her muffled laughter sounded lightly delirious and he gazed down at the top of her head. “Andrew wants you. You know that, don’t you?” She lifted her head and met his gaze. A hint of hilarity and a whole lot of turmoil mixed a wild concoction in her eyes.
    For the first time since she’d stepped into his office, Michael didn’t know how to respond. Yes, he knew Andrew still wanted him. His feelings for the man hadn’t changed any more over the last decades than his feelings had for her. Yet, if Andrew still wanted him so badly, why had he hidden? Why hadn’t he let Michael know he still lived rather than allowing Michael to believe he had been killed?
    “The thing is, it’s not just you he wants. It’s the three of us.” She closed her eyes again but, this time, she didn’t bow her head. It gave Michael the opportunity to watch her cheeks turn a fantastical shade of pink as she said, “He actually gave me permission before I came in here tonight to walk into your office and jump you.”
    Understanding slammed