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Bracing both hands on the counter on either side of me, Dean stares deep into my eyes. I meet the unspoken challenge unwaveringly, although my insides quiver with excitement and a twinge of fear stemming from the unknown.
“Is that even a question?” he asks, as if he’s confused and appalled that I would ask such a thing.
“It would be arrogant of me to just assume.”
I guess he likes my answer, because the smile that spreads across his face is brilliant. “You are such an unexpected delight.”
At this, I smile too. “I get that a lot.”
“I bet you do.” A faint dimple appears in his left cheek, and my, oh my, I want to touch him. I want to kiss him. Hell, I want to do a lot more than that. Again, I question myself. Do I fully understand what I’m attempting to get myself into? Do I want to follow this to what will probably be a bitter end? I have no earthly clue. I have nothing to compare this to, but I’ve been through enough in life to know what I want when I come across it, and the butterflies in my stomach are enough to tell me that this is something I want to explore further.
“Elle,” Dean says, and his voice is lower now, huskier. I feel his thumbs brush against my outer thighs, testing me. “Has Niles told you what we’re all about? What we’re looking for?”
I lick my lips in preparation of my explanation, enjoying that his response is one of hunger as his eyes track the minute movement as if he wants exactly the same things that I do. It’s enough to bolster my courage, and I take a leap into the unknown, trusting that my instinct and life experience is enough to keep me afloat no matter how this plays out.
“He mentioned the other girls, the attempts at a relationship between all of you, and that each of you are looking for someone special. Someone to share,” I add, making sure that he understands that I know exactly what I’m facing.
His nod is minimal, his eyes still locked firmly on my mouth. “Good, because I’d hate for there to be any confusion, especially now.”
I swallow hard, and my voice comes out as a croak. “Why especially now?”
This time, his hands claim my thighs completely, and he steps fully into my personal space, splitting my thighs open to allow for his considerable width to invade, placing that telltale bulge I witnessed earlier directly against my now throbbing core, eager for so much more.
As his fingers tease a path higher toward my hips, he makes himself clear. “Now…now I want…no, I’m going to kiss you.”
Ah. So he doesn’t want anyone getting the wrong idea. I get it, and I approve. I bite down on my bottom lip, wetting the plump flesh, a split second before he dives in and claims my mouth. I gasp when he makes contact, and my hands instantly come up to grasp his face, feeling the slight stubble abrading my palms as his jaw moves and his tongue enters my mouth to touch against mine.
He tastes wonderful, a slight hint of mint from his toothpaste still lingering on his tongue. Warmth that quickly turns molten travels through me like wildfire, touching every nerve ending in my body. It’s electrifying and unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before.
No, scratch that. I’ve come across this one other time in my life, and that was the moment that Niles kissed me.
What are the chances that a woman would experience such a thing once in her lifetime, let alone twice, and in such a short amount of time?
I feel like I’ve won the lottery as I put everything into this kiss, bringing my legs up and locking my ankles around his firm buttocks, drawing him in so his hips and hard cock are tight against my core. His arms wrap around my back, hands sneaking under my shirt, making sure I’m not going anywhere either, and I smile against his lips because hot damn, we’re on the same page, and I’m ready for more.
“You’re a little firecracker,” he accuses with ample approval as he reaches higher under my shirt, feeling my skin that’s definitely on fire, before snaking around to my front to cup my naked breast in one eager hand.
As he kneads my tender flesh, I moan out loud, heedless of who might overhear us. It doesn’t seem a risk, since they’re all, apparently, on the same page. As I transfer my kisses to Dean’s neck, sucking and nipping at flesh that smells faintly of soap, I find myself welcoming the intrusion of Shane or Niles. Definitely Niles. Being tended to by two fine men would certainly be a way to chase away winter’s cold.
Who needs a working furnace when we’re drumming up enough heat between us to power the whole damn block.
Gooseflesh pebbles my skin as Dean’s touch turns more aggressive, pinching my nipple as his teeth bite down on my earlobe. And suddenly he stops.
“Are you cold? Do you want to take this upstairs?”
His concern for my well-being is sweet, but right now, the last thing I’m looking for is sweet.
“I’m fine,” I growl, and reach between us to cup and squeeze his cock in my palm as proof. He grunts and rocks his hips into my hand in a bid for more. I give it to him, rubbing the cotton fabric that conceals the very thing I want most in the world at this moment.
“You’re—”
“On fire,” I finish for him. “I know. Now stop talking. You’re ruining the mood.”
Dean chuckles under his breath and continues his ministrations, just as I commanded. I don’t know how much time passes, but we’re in the thick of it, nearing the edge of insanity and seconds from ripping each other’s clothes off and doing it right here on the kitchen counter, when I hear a throat clear.
“Are we having fun?”
