Rock You Like a Hurricane: Stormy Weather, Book 1 by Lena Matthews and Liz Andrews Page A

entendre. He most definitely was. “Shouldn’t that be you feel me up , not see?”
    Olivia laughed softly and glanced back over her shoulder. Licking her lips, she looked up at him from under her lashes. “It’s you who’s feeling me up.”
    Greg moved his hand to cradle a rounded breast. His fingers moved on their own accord to roll and tease the tight bud of her nipple. “So true.” He pinched her pebbled peaks, giving her a little of the hardness he knew she craved. His actions were not in vain. Olivia let out a sexy, throaty little moan and shifted back against him, caressing his cock with the wiggling curve of her ass. His answering groan had her laughing and turning in his arms. “You’re insatiable tonight.”
    “And you’re beautiful.”
    Olivia rolled her eyes. “Doubtful.”
    “I mean it.” The low lights coming from the lamps on the bedside table provided him with all the illumination he needed. Even with her hair wild and untamed around her shoulders, she was still completely enthralling. Leaning closer, he whispered, “You take my breath away.”
    Although the light was dim at best, he could see her cheeks darken. “You certainly have a way with words.” She turned around and tilted her head up. He accepted her silent summons, pressing his lips against hers and dipping his tongue inside her mouth.
    Olivia placed her around hand around his neck, pulling him in closer to deepen the kiss. It was an invitation he could not ignore. Their tongues rolled over each other’s, playful at first, then deepening into something far more meaningful and enjoyable. He felt the soft caress of her hand as she trailed it down from his neck, past his chest, to the thin line of hair that started just below his belly button. Before her quest could move even farther down, the door to the bathroom opened and Jack strolled into the bedroom.
    “Hey, lookie here. I was beginning to wonder if you two lazy heads were planning on sleeping the entire night away.”
    Reluctantly Greg pulled away from Olivia’s all too tempting lips and sat up. He glared over at the doorway at Jack, who was doing nothing to hide his amusement. The bastard. Greg wouldn’t have put it past him to have been outside the door the whole time just waiting to interrupt them. “You know, the thought had crossed my mind, with it being night and all.”
    Jack crossed his arms and cocked an eyebrow. “From the tent you pitched under the sheet, I’m willing to bet it’s not the only thing that crossed your mind.”
    Amused, Greg leaned back against the headboard. He’d be damned if the other man’s sarcastic ways weren’t beginning to grow on him. “I’m a man of deep thoughts.”
    “Apparently.”
    “What time is it?” Olivia asked as she sat up, sheet held tightly to her breasts as if the two men hadn’t seen her nude countless times before, or shared her body only a short time ago. It was an action Greg couldn’t help but think was cute.
    “A little after eleven.” Jack walked over and sat on the edge of the bed next to Olivia. “Still enough minutes left in the day to be today and not tomorrow.”
    Greg frowned. “That’s it?” It felt later.
    “Yes.” Jack pulled one of Olivia’s hands from in front of her and brought it up to his mouth. He nibbled on her fingers teasingly. “How was your nap, Liv?”
    “Good, what about yours?”
    “I didn’t sleep a wink.” Jack shot a pointed look at Greg. “Someone in the room snores.”
    Greg snorted instead of replying. As long as Olivia slept fine, that was all he was concerned about.
    “Either of you hungry? I laid out stuff for sandwiches.”
    “Aww.” Olivia flashed Jack a soft smile that had Greg frowning.
    “Honey, he opened up a jar of peanut butter and jelly,” Greg protested. “Don’t be that impressed.” Lord knew he wasn’t.
    “For your information, I opened up lunch meat and cut tomatoes. That’s right, Professor, be impressed.”
    “I could eat.” Olivia