Page 31 of Charged By the Razorbacks

Tamsin huffed a quiet breath, her head tipping back slightly as she looked up at him. “That was a temporary lapse in judgment.”

Aleksy felt her shift beneath his hands, not pulling away, not retreating—settling. Opening.

Good.

He leaned in, his fingers brushing along her jaw, his gaze searching hers.

“I don’t want you to regret this,” he said quietly. “I need to know that you want this as much as we do.”

Her lips curved, heat flashing in her eyes. “Oh, trust me, lover, I do.”

That was enough.

Jarek’s hands came to the back of her dress, finding the closure easily, and the sound of it opening seemed to echo in the room as he eased it down over her shoulders. Aleksy shifted back just enough to give him space, his gaze dragging over her as the fabric slipped lower, inch by inch, until it fell away completely.

She didn’t move to cover herself.

Didn’t hesitate.

She let them look.

Aleksy exhaled slowly, stepping back in, his hands coming to her again, not to take, not to claim, but to learn. His fingers traced the line of her shoulder, the curve of her arm, down to where her body rose and fell with each breath.

“Beautiful,” he said, the word quiet but certain.

Behind her, Jarek’s hands slid over her hips, drawing her slightly up the bed so she rested more fully against the pillows, her body lengthening beneath their touch. His mouth found her neck, slow at first, then deeper, pulling a soft breath from her as her head tipped back.

Aleksy followed the movement, climbing onto the bed between her thighs, his weight braced carefully so he didn’t press down on her fully. His hands moved over her soft stomach, slowing when he reached a few bruises and some scars there, his touch softening instinctively.

She stilled. Just for a moment.

Then her eyes found his again, and she gave the smallest nod.

Permission.

Aleksy leaned in, pressing a kiss to one mark, then another, letting his mouth follow the path of what she had survived, not ignoring it, not skirting around it, but acknowledging it in a way that made her breath catch.

Behind her, Jarek’s grip tightened slightly, his mouth following Aleksy’s path in reverse, heat building between them as Tamsin’s body responded from both directions.

Her hands found Aleksy’s shoulders, not pushing, just holding.

He let them rest there as his fingers slid to the edge of her underwear, pausing only long enough to meet her gaze again.

Still with me?

“Don’t stop,” she said softly.

He didn’t.

He eased the fabric down her hips, over her thighs, guiding her as she lifted just enough to let him remove it completely. He let his hands follow the line of her legs as he moved back between them, her body open beneath him, responsive in a way that pulled at his control.

He didn’t rush. Even when everything in him wanted to.

He leaned in slowly, his mouth following where his hands had been, learning her, drawing the first real sound from her that broke through the quiet—soft at first, then sharper as she shifted beneath him.

Her hands came into his hair, holding, guiding, not forcing but not passive either.

He let her. Because this—this was shared. He used the tip of his tongue against her clitoris, and the flat of his tongue to thrust deep within her, driving her quickly into a maelstrom of arousal that had her moving against him.