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Another checkpoint. Another opportunity for her to change her mind. It was getting awfully real, and he couldn’t help but wonder if her natural shyness or inexperience would rear its head. If it would shut them all down.
She cut her glance over to the pile of prophylactics and nondescript white tube. Her breath caught. She bit her lip.
Yeah, she knew things were getting really real, too.
“Should I take my clothes off?”
Beck couldn’t speak for fully ten seconds. Seth seemed stunned equally mute as they both stared.
Their little virgin mirrored the one in his fantasies—swollen red lips, smoky eyes, chest rising and falling in uneven breaths. The only thing missing from this spank-bank vision was the pigtails. But he’d rather have Heavenly as she looked right now, because she was real.
Seth grazed his knuckles along the side of her breast, then feathered them over the sensitive tip. “How are you feeling?”
He didn’t touch her anywhere else, but that one caress had her shuddering, eyes half-closed. Then the sensation seemed to roll down her spine. She tossed her head back, swaying unsteadily on her feet. Beck wrapped his arm around her for balance, but he couldn’t resist trailing his palm down to cup her ass.
Heavenly worked to catch her breath. “It’s like my blood is boiling and my skin is on fire. Like there’s plenty of air, but I can’t breathe.”
“You’re aroused, angel.” A wide smile crossed Seth’s face. “I hope you like the feeling because we’re going to ramp you up a whole lot more.”
“Please.” The little cry slipped from her lips.
Oh, fuck. He liked to hear her beg.
Beck seethed with the need to have her writhing beneath him. “Then get naked for us, little girl.”
With a nervous nod, she reached for the hem of her T-shirt and whipped the pink cotton over her head. When she dropped it onto the floor, he drank in her slender shoulders, the sweet flare of her lace-cupped breasts, and the smooth, golden skin of her torso.
Beck’s cock lurched. He clenched his fingers and his jaw at once. God, help him find restraint.
“I need that bra off,” Seth snapped. “Now.”
Still, she hesitated, her gaze bouncing back and forth between them.
“What’s wrong?” Beck tried to sound like he wasn’t dying to rip the rest of the fabric from her body and get inside her now.
“I just realized, you’ve seen me naked…but Seth never has.”
The big PI sent him a sideways glance, then opened his mouth before quickly snapping it shut. Yeah, Seth wasn’t happy Beck had seen her all pretty and bare. But dwelling on it now wouldn’t do any of them any good.
He’d expected they would run into a few dangerous rapids while navigating uncharted waters. They’d just have to learn to row around them.
“Don’t be nervous. I already know he’s in for a treat,” Beck offered.
“You’re damn right I am. Come on, angel…”
Seth’s reply laid some of his worries to rest. Sharing hadn’t been as tough as he’d feared—so far. Maybe they could cooperate, stay on common ground. But they’d have to practice absolution. Their contentious past couldn’t matter tonight.
Drawing in a bracing breath, Heavenly reached behind her and unfastened her bra. The thin straps slid down her arms. The lacy fabric tumbled to the floor. Her pale, rosy-tipped breasts sprang free.
Both men exhaled with a heavy groan.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” Seth attacked the buttons of his shirt and tossed it aside. “I can’t wait to get inside you.”
Heavenly’s eyes flared at the sight of the man’s wide chest, defined abs, and ink. With curious fingers outstretched, she brushed the tips across a Chinese symbol tattooed over most of his left pectoral. “It’s beautiful. What does it mean?”
He flattened his hand over hers, near his heart. “It means Master. I’ve had it for years, since shortly after I found BDSM.”
“And this?” She traced the design on his right shoulder with a delicate hand. “It’s stunning.”
The tattoo was an ornate work of black and gray, occupying all the space between the base of his neck and his elbow. The angel spilled across his shoulder, front and back, from the sword clenched in his fists to the wings unfurling behind him.
“St. Michael, the protector.”
As she absorbed that, her brow furrowed. “When did you get it?”
He swallowed. “Eight years ago.”
Seth seemed far less forthcoming about this tattoo. Beck understood. If Heavenly was going to ask him about all his ink…it would lead to some really tough explanations he wasn’t ready to give. Hell, he might never be ready to give them.
She placed both palms on Seth’s ripped chest. The guy obviously had a hell of a gym habit. The big PI sucked in a breath and closed his eyes, fighting the urge to grind her beneath him. Instead, he let her touch him at will. When she placed a kiss directly over his heart, a shudder wracked him.
