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She trembled as Chase's lips quirked at the obvious uncertainty she knew was reflected in her face.
"I've never…"
Chase laid his finger over her lips. "No experience required, sweetheart. Just let it feel good. "
Chase had known, even while she was married, when he faced her with the knowledge of what she had to do, that she had the courage inside her, the sensuality inside her, to come to this.
Drew, her ex-husband, had known as well, unfortunately, but he had been too damned selfish to bring it out in her. The sensualist that lay inside Kia was a hot, vibrant core of pleasure just waiting to be tapped.
She flinched, not in fear or in pain, but in surprise, when Khalid laid his lips against her inner wrist. Khalid was a connoisseur of women. He loved the female form with a dedication that often amused other members of the club.
Chase stroked his hand down her side, over the thin velvet of her evening gown, watching the tops of her breasts as they flushed, the little glow matching her cheeks now.
The scalloped edge of the bodice was snug against the upper curves of her breasts, revealing the cleft between them and the shimmer of perspiration as it began to dew her skin.
His lips lowered to hers once again, feathered over them as the scent of Egyptian oil teased at Chase's senses and the hand behind her found the tab of the zipper that held her dress snug over her breasts.
It was going to be like unwrapping the prettiest Christmas present he had ever known, weeks early. Taking her out of this gown, feeling her come alive with pleasure, it was going to burn the night down around them.
She moaned into his kiss as he lowered the zipper, her upper body arching as she reached for a deeper contact, for that kiss that would sink into the senses.
He gave it to her, his gaze moving to Khalid, where he was stroking her bare arm, the sheen of oil dressing her flesh as long, dark fingers worked over the tensing muscles.
Sharing a woman with Khalid was a unique experience, no matter how many times Chase had done so. As much as the other man loved women, as much as he loved touching and teasing them, he was really quite picky about the women he shared.
Chase's senses became submerged in Kia's kiss then. Her tongue flicked greedily at his lips, the soft moan that fell from them demanding, rich with feminine need.
Kissing her. Damn, it was good.
He lifted her closer, his lips slanting over hers as he felt Khalid lowering her arm, and he knew the other man was licking at the delicate oil that now covered it.
Her other arm curled around Chase's neck, tried to hold his head closer. She needed this kiss. She could feel it sinking inside her, drawing free parts of her that she only suspected lived within her.
As he kissed her, as his lips and tongue drew that heat inside her to the surface, what Khalid was doing seemed so natural, so much a part of this particular pleasure, and this man. Kia felt it. Sensed it.
The oil he rubbed into her arm warmed her, then his lips and tongue seemed to singe her flesh with sensation when he began kissing and licking the inside of her wrist.
She moaned at the pleasure, because there seemed no other way to deal with it. It rose from inside her, a need within herself that she almost feared.
There was nothing to hold on to now, except Chase. She held on to him with one arm, her fingers buried in the thick, black strands of his hair. As Chase kissed her, as he tasted her, pleasured her with his lips and tongue, she felt the strap of her evening gown ease down her shoulder, the shift of Khalid's body as he moved closer.
Kia whimpered, drawn into a swirling mass of sensation. Chase had one hand at her back, inside the loosened material of her dress, while the other was slowly drawing the fabric up her legs, easing the velvet over the creamy silk stockings she wore.
Heated and slick, Khalid stroked his hand over the flesh above her breasts. He caressed her collarbone, his fingers stroked to her opposite shoulder and back, but he went no farther.
She knew the material slipping down her arm would reveal her swollen breasts, her hard nipples.
The velvet was dragging at her nipple, rasping over it, a bit at a time, as the shoulder of the gown was pushed lower over her arm.
Khalid's lips were following its path. His teeth raked against her skin, his tongue soothed the little burn. Kia cried out into Chase's kiss and she shocked herself. Shocked him as she drew back and nipped at his lower lip.
"Are you going to get wild for me, Kia?" His voice was harsh, hoarser now. "Show me what you need, sweetheart. I'll give it to you. "
Her lips pressed into his again, hungry and fierce. She needed his kiss like she had never had one before. There was a need rising inside her that made no sense, one she couldn't vocalize.
Chase knew what that hunger was. One hand clasped the side of her face to hold her still, and the kiss he gave her was as wild as the fever burning inside her now. He nipped at her lips, soothed the small pleasure pain and groaned as he pushed his tongue into her mouth, dueling with hers, tasting her.
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