“See?We're all okay with everyone having fun.”Then Nick kissed me again.
And I let him.
And I was absolutely going to need new panties.Nick's hand left my thigh and dragged up the side of my body.His fingertips just barely grazed my breast—just enough to make me wonder if he'd done it by accident—or not.“You taste so fucking sweet,” Nick whispered against my lips as his hand held the back of my head, keeping me in place.He continued assaulting my mouth with his delicious kisses.His other hand pulled mine up to his chest.He wanted me to touch him.
And I wanted to touch him, too.So I did.I let my hand wander over his strong chest as we kissed and kissed.
And kissed.
“Fuck,” Carlo's deep, growly voice said sharply, “I forgot about the steaks.”
Eve's sultry, sexy little laugh followed.
Reason and sense seemed to slam back into my brain.
I was making out with my husband's best friend.And his best friend's wife was making out with his brother.
And my husband was making out with—
Oh, my gosh.
This was all getting too confusing.I gasped and pushed away from Nick.He wouldn't let me go too far.Not at all.
Instead, he held me close and said, “That was lovely, Francesca.Thank you.”His eyes sparkled with mischief.
And desire.
That look did very bad—but also good—things between my legs.
Then Nick touched his lips to mine for one last gentle kiss.And he let me go.
Holy.
Crap.
What just happened?
Nick grabbed my hand and squeezed it.And thank goodness he did.His touch felt like a grounding of sorts.Without our connection, I might just spin off somewhere.
I looked toward the kitchen and saw Stefan and Giselle looking at us.Stefan was behind Giselle—his hands on her big belly, his chin on her shoulder.
Her hands were on his as she leaned back into him.
They both smiled at me.
Neither of them seemed bothered one bit by what I'd been doing with a man who was not my husband.
Eve startled me when she stood up across the table from us.“That man.Honestly.”She held a bunch of napkins that had been on the table before—before we started our big make out session.
And before she and Carlo started theirs.
Those two must've knocked the napkins on the floor when she landed on the table.
She grinned at us and pushed the chairs back in place.“I'll go grab some new ones.Do you guys want anything?Drinks?”
Nick brought my hand up to his mouth and kissed it.“Carlo brought up some wine.I'll get us started.”He pushed back his chair and stood to deal with that.
I sat here, my head still spinning with visions of what had just transpired in this kitchen—and wondered why the heck nobody had a problem with it.
