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“Oh, fuck, yeah,” Nate said. “Squeeze me tight, baby.”
She milked his cock as she rode the high from her orgasm. She felt him surge inside her, then tense. A breath later, his body convulsed and Nate called out her name as he exploded.
More ripples of pleasure kept her soaring as he gently eased her leg down so she was sturdier on her feet. Every inch of her seemed to pulse with radiant life and she marveled over the intensity of the moment, the way Nate so easily, innately, owned her when he was inside her.
He excited the hell out of her with his confidence, his virility. Her toes pressed into the hardwood floor as more ribbons of delight tickled her senseless and sparked an effervescence that lightened her heart and soul.
God, how she’d needed everything Nate had just given her!
And she was even more pleased that he seemed to be in no particular hurry to unravel from her. His mouth was on her neck again, his soft lips leaving feathery kisses.
He told her, “I have a hell of a time keeping it together when we’re like this. You naked does the craziest damn things to me.”
“I like how you don’t hold back,” she said. “You know exactly how I want you.”
“And I like how you can handle anything I give you.”
“That’s just the tip of the iceberg.”
He chuckled. “So adventuresome. That’s a huge turn-on.”
He kissed her temple, then withdrew from her and ducked into the bathroom. She watched him over her shoulder, sneaking a peek at his retreating backside. The man had a killer ass.
Her teeth sank into her lower lip. She’d thanked her lucky stars Nate and Tristan were in town for the wedding and serving as her escorts. But the chemistry the three experienced was even more titillating.
Liv had never sparked so intensely with anyone else. She’d never wanted other men as much as she’d wanted the two of them since their first time together.
Perhaps she’d been attracted to Nate and Tristan even before that.
Long before they’d turned into gladiators from their rigorous workouts, they’d intrigued Liv with their intellect. Granted, she could never represent herself as being cerebrally inclined—she’d needed Fallon to help her through Chemistry, Nate to tutor her in Algebra, and Tristan to decipher Shakespeare for her. But Nate and Tristan had always fascinated her with their clever minds and quick wit. Apparently, she was still deeply entranced . . .
As she dragged on her panties and capris, then slipped into her sandals, she considered that a quick, explosive romp with Nate was but a temporary fix for her addiction. There’d been an immediate yearning between them, but Liv would be fooling herself if she said her lust for Nate had been sated by a few decadent orgasms.
She grabbed a fresh white tank top and Oxford from hangers on the clothes rack in the corner and was just putting them on when Nate returned from the restroom and propped a shoulder against the doorframe.
Liv’s pulse jumped. He really didn’t have to be bare chested and recently sexed-up to be so damn irresistible. She’d been trapped in the vortex he’d created when they’d been at the yacht club—he’d been fully clothed then, and still so unbelievably arousing. That arousal had been multiplied by Tristan’s presence. A fact she couldn’t overlook.
She collected Nate’s shirt and handed it to him. Not that she was rushing him to cover up. Oh, hell no.
Her stomach fluttered as she took him in from head to toe, her gaze mostly stuck on his abs, his chest . . . every sculpted, exposed inch of him.
Her voice was faint as she said, “You’re positively mouthwatering. I seriously could spend hour upon hour worshipping this body.” She took a step, closing the gap between them. “It’s next to impossible to keep my hands off you.”
Her fingertips slid over his midsection.
“Notice I don’t mind.”
Liv gazed up at him. “I was on the phone with Tristan the other day. We started to talk about what happened in Paris. But . . . I don’t know . . . Maybe it’s a conversation the three of us should have together.”
“You’ve never wanted to discuss it.”
“Neither have you.” Her hands glided to his pecs. “I’ve always mentally contended that it was sexier to keep it a secret, to let it be a perfect moment in time. But . . . I could also have avoided talking about it with you two because I was a little fearful of how I might have altered your perception of me.”
“Liv.” His fingers swept through her hair and his thumb hooked under her jaw to keep her staring up at him. “We’d never judge you. Don’t think it for a second. Ever.”
“I kissed you, Nate. In my hotel room. In front of Tristan. And then I kissed him, because I was dying to know the variations between the two of you. I could say it was the champagne that stole all my inhibitions, but I’ve never been particularly inhibited to begin with. And the fact is I wanted you both. I was eyeing you over the rim of my glass when you sat across the table from me at brunch and all I could think was, ‘goddamn, they’re gorgeous.’” She sighed. “It was more than that, really.”
A hyperawareness of them she’d never felt before.
