I nodded vigorously. “I’m very aware.”
He switched off the burners, and his hands found my body, stroking from my shoulders and down my arms to my waist where he pulled me against his chest, lips falling to my neck. He was hard against me. It made me smile. Made me wet. Made me need more than I could put voice to.
I moaned, and he held my gaze. His eyes dark and deep and reflecting my own desire back at me. Then he took my lips into his. I trembled. Every sensation increased and deepened as I was swept on the power of Brandon Beastly’s kiss.
I didn’t know if it was the intimacy of the kitchen or the allure of a man cooking or it was the chemistry between him and me, but I wanted more of it. More of him.
His tongue brushed mine, and it seemed like I could feel it everywhere, something rippling out and down. He pulled back as I gasped for breath, but this kiss wasn’t enough. How I’d gladly let his fire consume me.
“Is it what you imagined it would be?” I whispered.
“And more.” He swallowed, his breath hard. “Much more.”
Chapter Thirteen
Keera
Dinner was phenomenal. Nothing unexpected. Brandon was amazing with meat as he was amazing with my lips. But it wasn’t only the food that made this a wonderful dinner. It was the way the three of them made me feel.
We talked forever. Shared stories that brought us closer in a few hours more than many people had had the chance in a lifetime. And they made me feel like a princess. Beautiful and elegant and coveted. I’d never been happier in my life. It was everything I’d ever dreamt.
Kyle left his seat and turned on the music on his phone. It rang through the whole cabin. Obviously, they had a whole sound system installed in every room. He stretched a hand at me. “Time to dance, beautiful.”
“I’d love to, but I promised Zach to go dancing with him before. So he has my first dance, but I will dance with each one of you,” I said.
Kyle bowed gracefully. “As you wish, my lady.”
I laughed under my breath, my eyes sweeping to Zach. He was already on his feet.
He rounded the table and took my hand. Then he guided me to the living room, which was more of a ballroom with a stunning fireplace now that the couches were moved.
His eyes trailed on me, falling down my body and taking in the lacy bodice of my dress and the flow of my skirt.
And then I saw him smile, for the first time ever. My heart throbbed. He looked identical to Brandon but felt so different. His hand found my waist and he led as we danced. If this could be called dancing. There wasn’t a time when we weren’t touching. Not a time when some part of him wasn’t entwined with some part of me. We kissed. This time he was showing me his hunger, his ferocity. This time he was telling me that was all he could wait.
Yet, willingly, he delivered me to Kyle. He was the only one in a suit. Dashing, of course. We danced, moving with the music and on this new instinct that seemed to be floating between us. Somehow our mouths always found their way back to each other. And his charming smile and the cuteness of his chin dimple melted my heart. He paid attention to every detail of mine, dancing at my pace, sometimes letting me lead. Then he sealed our dance with a passionate kiss that left me lightheaded.
It was Brandon’s turn. I wasn’t sure how long we danced. It felt like forever and not long enough. Then his beautiful mouth fell on mine, simmering me as he’d done in the kitchen. This kiss more insistent, almost desperate like I was. Every time his tongue twirled with mine, it scorched me with that inexplicable heat, that longing that I didn’t know how to put into words.
The clock struck midnight, and the music stopped. Brutally.
“It’s officially Valentine’s Day, Miss Gibson,” Brandon announced. “Happy Valentine’s.”
“Happy Valentine’s.” Kyle lifted my hand to his lips and placed a tender kiss.
“Happy Valentine’s.” Zach kissed me on both cheeks.
Tears pricked my eyes. This amount of sweetness and beauty was enough to have any girl in tears. If this wasn’t the perfect Valentine’s date ever, I didn’t know what counted as one. I had my red dress. I had my dance, and I was swept off my feet by three amazing men.
Except…I was left with a heavy weight of confusion my mind couldn’t carry.
I wasn’t ready for this night to end. Perhaps I never would be. I definitely didn’t want to see that look, that question, in their eyes.
Because I couldn’t answer it.
I couldn’t choose.
I didn’t want to choose.
