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She looked at her two dates, who had given her the best night of her life. “I need to get my shoes, guys.”
“I’ll get them.” Roberto retrieved her shoes from the side of the dance floor where she’d left them more than an hour ago. “Here you go, sweetheart.”
She liked when he and Miguel called her that. Sweetheart. God, no one has ever been so good to me before. “Thank you.” She tried to get them on her feet, but couldn’t. “I can’t get them on because of the swelling.”
“Not a problem,” Miguel said and then swept her up into his arms. “I can carry you.”
Another round of applause erupted from the staff and remaining customers. When they got to the car, she looked back and forth from Miguel to Roberto. “I’ve had so much fun. I’m not ready for this date to end.”
“It doesn’t have to.” Miguel kissed her deeply, giving her a nice little tremble.
Roberto opened the passenger car door and he lowered her inside. Miguel stepped back and Roberto leaned in, handing her shoes to her. “The night isn’t over, sweetheart. Not yet, right?”
She nodded and he pressed his lips to hers, and she melted into him. When he released her, she felt her heart racing and her cheeks burning.
Catching her breath, she said, “Wow.”
Roberto grinned. “You like my kissing?”
“Like? No. I love your kissing.”
He turned to Miguel. “See, hermano. I told you I was the best.”
“Shouldn’t you let Camille be the judge of that?”
Before any of them could respond, the limo driver asked, “Where to?”
She looked back and forth from Roberto and Miguel, and suddenly an idea popped in her mind. She glanced down at the container in her lap. It held Pierre’s dessert. “How about we have some of this at my place? I have coffee, too.”
“That’s a very good idea, angel,” Miguel said, “but before we go there, we must settle the kissing argument.” He instructed their driver to head to White Rock Lake and to drive around it.
There is going to be more kissing. She couldn’t stop smiling. No way would she tell them that their kissing skills were matched to a tee. Neither edged out the other. It was a dead heat. Besides, even if it wasn’t, why would she tell them? I’ll be the real winner.
Roberto raised the privacy screen that separated them from their driver. “Better, Camille?”
“Much better.” She grinned. “Gentlemen, let the contest begin.”
As the limo began to move, she leaned over and kissed Miguel. His mouth was delicious. He parted his lips and began tracing hers with his tongue. Tingling all over, she invited him in deeper, tangling their tongues together. She couldn’t help but let out a little moan. Her body began to warm and goose bumps popped up on her skin.
“So, judge? How did I do?” Miguel’s eyes were fixed on hers.
“That was Olympic quality, but I’m not sure who wins the blue ribbon yet.”
“Let me help you decide, sweetheart.” Robert’s hands came up to the sides of her face and he leaned forward and kissed her with an intensity that was overwhelming and totally mesmerizing. Like a spell, his mouth possessed her utterly. The kiss deepened and she felt her shoulders soften and her breathing become more labored. As she absorbed his incredible mouth, she felt like they were merging together more than just through their kiss. Every part of her wanted to surrender to him. He took her breaths, making them his.
Miguel reached over and touched her breasts, and her body responded with a sphere of desire swirling inside her.
They’re both touching me. At the same time. A shiver shot up and down her spine. She’d never felt more alive and on fire in her life. She wanted more. Needed more. Craved more.
As if they could read her mind, Miguel placed the container with the cake by the minibar and slipped his hand under her skirt, slowly moving his hands up and down her thighs, while Roberto began kissing her neck and gently fondling her breasts.
Two men? For me? How? It clearly worked for Izzy and her men. Can it work for me to? She wasn’t sure, but despite the doubt, the thirst inside her to be taken by them needed to be quenched. There was no pulling back now. Not even possible.
She allowed her body to completely relax to their caresses, urging them on with her own intimate touches. She ran her fingers over Roberto’s jawline. He was so strong, so confident, so sexy. Her lips landed on Miguel’s, and she loved the taste of him on her tongue. Like his brother—strong, confident, sexy. The differences between them were small and endearing. Roberto had an edge that she was attracted to. Miguel, quite the opposite, embodied a gentle strength that also called to her.
Together, they helped her out of her dress. Thank God for the privacy screen. Still, she felt reckless and excited about what she was doing with them. “I’ve never done anything like this before.”
“Good,” Roberto said in a tone that was primal and full of passion. “We’re your firsts.”
