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She’s staring after him, but when she looks at me again, she nods. "So in."
Her quick, enthusiastic answer makes me grin. "Yeah?"
She runs her hand up and down my chest. "Yeah," she says, her voice husky. "Take me to the bedroom.”
So I do the only thing I can. I lean over, hook her behind the knees, and sweep her up into my arms. She gives a little shriek of surprise, but she looks delighted as I grin down at her, turning and starting down the hallway.
When we get there, Cam already has his shirt off, the bedside lamp on, casting a soft golden glow to the room and the duvet pulled back.
I let Luna’s feet swing to the floor. But I don't let her get far. I cup her face and bring her in for a deep, slow kiss. She responds immediately, looping her arms around my waist and pressing close.
She’s so fucking sweet. I could kiss her for hours. Just run my hands over her body.
But Cam’s in a hurry. Or at least he's eager. That's probably a better word.
He moves in behind her and runs his hands from her shoulders to her hips. His hands slide around to the front of her jeans, and he unbuttons the button and starts untucking the shirt.
"Take your shirt off, Alexsei," he orders softly.
I let Luna go, reluctantly, and lean back, only far enough so that I can start unbuttoning my shirt. She's watching my fingers move down the front of my shirt, but she also leans back, letting Cam drag the T-shirt over her head, tossing it to the side.
Then Luna McNeill is standing in front of me in nothing but a bra and blue jeans.
My mouth goes dry. "Fucking hell, you're gorgeous," I tell her.
She smiles. "You, too." Her gaze tracks over my chest and down my abs as the shirt parts and I shrug out of it.
She lifts a hand, tracing the pads of her fingers over my pecs and up over the slope of my shoulders, then down my upper arms and over my biceps.
"This is hot," she comments as she swirls her fingers over the tattoo that runs from my elbow, up my upper arm and cups my shoulder.
It’s a Ukrainian flag with writing below it, but I don’t want to talk about me right now. I want to bask in her.
"Do you have any tattoos?" I ask.
She quirks a brow. "Let's find out."
I groan and lower my head for a kiss.
Cam unhooks her bra and draws it down her arms. She drops her hold on me to let it slip to the floor.
Then, of course, I have to lean back again.
She's fucking perfect. Perky breasts, with hard, dark pink nipples that are begging to be touched.
I lift my hands, cupping them both and running my thumbs over the tips.
She groans. "Yes. Harder."
There's a rumble from Cam and I look over her shoulder at him.
He's watching me touch her. I grin at him as I tug on her nipples and she gasps.
"Yes," she encourages.
I lift a brow as if asking if he would like a turn, because he looks like he might. But he says nothing, just grips her waist as if holding her still for me. She lifts an arm looping around his neck, arching her back and pressing her breasts toward me.
Damn, they look good together. I squeeze her nipple again, and she gasps my name.
