Page 112 of Legacy Elite

He makes a sound against my mouth and his hand comes up into my hair, and he kisses me back the way he does everything, which is thoroughly and with an alarming amount of technique, and I stop thinking about the Council somewhere around the second time he tilts my head.

"Jessica—"

"Don't ask me if I'm sure."

"I wasn't going to ask if you were sure." His thumb moves along my jaw. "I was going to ask what you want."

"That's the same—"

"It really isn't," Luke says.

And then Torres is behind me.

I feel him arrive before he touches me — the bond going warm and close, and then his hands settling at my hips, and his mouth at the side of my neck, unhurried, like he's got all night and intends to use it.

"She wants what she said," Torres says over my shoulder. "One hour."

"Then stop asking her questions."

Luke laughs against my mouth. "You're extremely rude."

"You talk too much."

"Both of you," I say, "shut up," and I turn around and pull Torres down to me.

He kisses me rough and I love it. Luke's hands come round to the buttons of my shirt and start working them open without ever quite touching skin, which is a thing he does on purpose and which I have complained about before.

"You're doing the slow thing."

"I am."

"I hate the slow thing."

"You don't," Luke says, and gets the last button, and pushes the shirt off my shoulders, and puts his mouth just below my ear.

Torres has stopped kissing me to look.

"Bedroom," I say. "Now. Both of you."

I get four steps into my own bedroom before I stop and turn around, and they both stop too, and I take a second to look at them.

Torres is already pulling his shirt off over the back of his neck, one-handed, the way he does. Luke is unhurriedly rolling a sleeve up like a man with an appointment. And both of them are watching me with the exact same expression.

Two entirely different men. Same look.

"Get on the bed," I tell Luke.

His eyebrows go up half an inch.

"Now?"

"Now."

"That's very direct."

"I've had a day."

"Evidently." But he goes, and he sits back against my headboard, and there's a laugh at the edge of his mouth that I intend to remove.