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Seduction was a fluid thing.
It was never the same from one woman to the next. Some women, even those experienced in the sexual tastes he and Shane practiced in, were still sometimes hesitant. Being with two men with sexual appetites such as theirs could be a bit discomfiting. In more ways than one.
Seducing Alyssa was pure pleasure, though. Her innocence and unknowing sensuality hinted that her lovers could have been no older than she was herself. Groping, inexperienced boys who had no clue how to ignite the hunger Alyssa was capable of, or how to satisfy it.
Arriving at her apartment, Shane was fully looking forward to giving her the gifts he and Sebastian had purchased for her that morning. The erotic toys were sure to stimulate and build her need if she chose to use them while the cousins weren’t there. They fully intended to convince her to allow them to use the toys on her themselves, though.
“Dinner’s almost ready,” she assured them as they stepped through the French doors. “I’m not much of a cook, though, so I hope you’re not expecting anything fancy.”
“We told you, sweets, anything was fine,” Sebastian assured her as Shane slipped into the living room and laid the bag he carried in one of the wide chairs facing away from the kitchen. Turning, he leaned against the back of it, watching as she moved about the large kitchen preparing the meal.
She wore another of the ankle-length chiffon skirts that flowed around her legs and emphasized the feminine fragility of her small form. This one was white, the same as the racer-back cami she wore with it. The shirt wasn’t snug; instead it whispered over the curves of her breasts and midriff, leaving the tiniest hint of skin to flash between the low-rise band of the skirt and the hem of the shirt.
Sun-kissed blond hair, now lighter than it had been when she arrived, was piled haphazardly on her head and secured with a wide clip. Wisps escaped and framed her inquisitive features and made Shane want to force Sebastian to paint her right at that moment, as she looked now.
Glancing at his cousin, Shane had a feeling he wasn’t going to have to harass him to paint her. He was watching her with a studied intensity normally reserved for the nature-scapes he could become lost in.
“It’s almost ready,” she promised them, the intriguing scents of the meal teasing his senses.
“It smells delicious,” he assured her. “Is there anything we can do?”
The table was set, bread sliced and layered into a basket. Fresh butter rested in the crock she’d purchased it in from the farmer they’d taken her to the day before for his fresh milk and exceptional cheeses.
The wine sat next to it, uncorked and breathing, along with a platter of fresh vegetables that had been seared before baking.
“Walnut-encrusted chicken and baby tomatoes,” she announced, opening the oven door and bending to reach inside.
The view was striking. Shane could feel his entire body tightening at the sight of her curved little rear perfectly outlined by the skirt.
He was about to start sweating despite the comfortable temperature of the apartment.
The meal was perfect. The chicken, baked with walnuts, baby tomatoes, and the fresh cheeses she’d bought from the farmer, a surprising delicate flavor. She was a much better cook than she gave herself credit for.
After the meal Sebastian and Shane urged her to finish her wine as they cleaned the kitchen for her, aware of her amusement as they bickered back and forth.
“You two sound like brothers,” she accused them.
Sebastian grimaced at the charge. “I’m nothing like my brother. Lucien’s the eldest. He’s five years older but far too serious and quiet. He’s rarely accused of being anything like me.”
“Or you like him?” she guessed as he shot her a little wink.
“I am quite proud to admit I’m nothing like him,” he assured her, though his fondness for his brother went deep.
“And you, Shane?” she asked.
“Like ’Bastian, Murphy’s around five years and some odd months older than I,” he admitted. “He looks more like Sebastian, while I resemble Lucien more, I guess. The resemblance ends there.” He chuckled. “Murphy loves the ranch, lives and breathes for those damned cows he’s always talking about.”
“The two of you are very fond of your brothers, though,” she guessed. “That’s good. Families should be close.”
“Oh, we’re close to our families,” Sebastian assured her teasingly. “So much so that they often ship us out of the country just to find a little peace.”
She laughed at that.
“Brothers or sisters in your family?” Sebastian folded the dish towel he’d used to dry the pans and laid it on the counter as he and Shane watched her.
“Only child,” she admitted, propping her chin in her hand, her expression a bit whimsical. “An older brother would have been really nice, but Margot declared I was more trouble than three toddlers and stopped with me.”
Ah, already he liked her mother even less than he had before, Shane thought.
