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By the time I reach his bedroom, sweat beads between my breasts, and my breath falls in labored pants.
He flicks on the light, shuts the door behind him, and braces a chair beneath the handle. The clothes land on the desk as he sweeps past, picking up things—weapons off the bed, books off the floor.
Every movement radiates testosterone, every passing second an exercise in patience. He deliberately makes me wait, drawing out the anticipation like a damn sadist.
“Now…” He prowls a circle around me. “I want to look at you.”
“You are looking at me.” Fire licks through my belly.
“Drop the towel.”
His alpha energy is so damn thick it’s palpable, hitting me like a drug and fogging my senses.
I lower the towel.
That predatory focus feels like molten fingers, tracing the outline of my body and moving inward to touch every nerve and pleasure zone. Shivers follow in the wake of that gaze, prickling goosebumps everywhere.
“Your turn.” I nod at his towel.
Shaking his head, he bites his lip.
How does he do that? He exudes such a lethal air of dominance, all the while looking so irresistibly adorable. With his hair free of tangles and braids, it hangs in chestnut waves around his whiskered cheeks and brushes his shoulders. I want to run my fingers through it.
I want to run my hands all over his sculpted physique.
“Leo.”
“Quiet.” Circling me, he caresses my hip. Trails a finger up and down my arm. Pauses to draw his thumb along the cleft of my butt crack.
Talk about torture.
How am I supposed to breathe, let alone stand here and let him inspect my nude body?
His hands rest against my back. Just the pads of his fingers. Eight points of contact that I feel to the depth of my soul as he tickles them across bare skin, along my sides, around the curve of my rear, my legs, and back again. Learning the shape of me.
“I’m going to eat this ass.” He slaps it and moves to my front, giving it the same worshiping treatment.
The urge to hurry him along rides me hard, but I don’t give into it. I hold still and ignore the desire leaking between my legs. I want to give him this experience, the freedom to touch and explore a woman for the first time without expectations. I’m honored to be his first and sweet Jesus, he’s doing everything right.
“The first time I saw you…” He places an open-mouth kiss on my breast. “I thought you were the most beautiful creature I’d ever seen.” He shifts to the other breast and sucks the nipple, sending a spasm down my thighs. “But seeing you like this?” He bites and nibbles, fracturing my brain. “You’re so fucking gorgeous naked.”
Everything inside me melts.
“Sit.” He steps to the side and points at the bed.
I obey, scooting back and leaning against the wall with my knees together.
He stands before me, all broad shoulders and beefy arms, with a wide, scarred, muscular chest that tapers into a lean waist. I want so badly to strip that towel and devour the cock jutting beneath it.
“Spread your legs.” His silken timbre fills me with beautiful heat.
I part my thighs, baring the wetness he produced.
He hisses at the sight and swipes a hand over his erection. “Touch yourself for me.”
Gladly. I run my hands over my chest and around my hips, savoring the way he tracks the movement with rapt attention. When I reach my clit, I draw delicious circles around it, making myself wetter and wetter with each rotation.
“That’s for me.” He sets a knee on the bed and discards the towel. “I’m going to eat that, too.”
“You must be hungry.” I eye his swollen cock, the weight of it so heavy it hangs in an arc, straining to stand up.
“Starving.” He brushes a hand over it, making it bob and leak.
Then he strokes himself in a loose fist, sliding the uncircumcised skin along his shaft.
All three brothers are uncut, all three sexy in different ways. But this…Holy fuck. Watching him pleasure himself makes me so hot I can’t see straight.
He strokes and strokes, the motion rippling his scarred abs and bulging the veins in his arm. Oh, hell, I need. I need this gorgeous, hot-headed man with a fierceness I can’t contain.
“Your body is insane. I can’t stop staring.” And needing. I feel so empty my fingers sink into my pussy, and a cry escapes me before I can swallow it.
“Shh.” He crawls toward me, rubbing that glorious dick. “You have to be quiet.”
“Yeah. Just…” I finger myself harder, writhing and choking. “Fill me. I need you inside me.”
“I know, love.” He places a knuckle beneath my chin and lifts my face, caressing my jaw, my lips.
My mouth opens with the force of my gasps, and our eyes catch. Then he grabs the back of my neck and crashes his lips to mine in a punishing kiss that spins me in a pounding, winded vortex of hunger.
