Love Under Two Benedicts(10)

“This is the master bedroom,” Steven said.

“Yours, then.” Of course, it had to be.

“Not yet.”

Before she could think about that cryptic response, he went over to a dresser and the CD player that sat there. Soft music filled the room. Next, he picked up a long match, struck it, and began lighting candles.

She hadn’t noticed them scattered around the room. He’d given thought to where to put them, obviously keeping them out of the fresh breeze that wafted gently through the window.

The setting made her uncomfortable. “I don’t need romance.” She didn’t for one moment want to think about romance. This was sex, pure and simple.

Focus on the physical.

“Not romance, Kelsey,” Matthew whispered in her ear. “Seduction.”

His words brushed against the shell of her ear, sending a shiver skittering down her spine. A sound of male interest drew her attention to the man slowly walking toward her. Everything about him turned her on, from his sexy saunter to the way he blew out the long match and set it on the dresser. Wrapped in Matthew’s warmth while seeing the lust in Steven’s eyes reminded her that a sexual fantasy was about to come to vivid, heart-pounding, orgasmic life.

“You nipples just peaked, hard little points of lust just waiting for our hands and our mouths,” Steven said.

How could words turn her knees weak? Before she could respond, he stepped up to her and cupped her face in his hands. “Hello, sweet Kelsey.” And he sealed his greeting against her lips.

You don’t need candles and music to seduce me.

The thought flitted away, leaving her head empty and her body suddenly ravenous. The touch of his mouth, the sweep of his tongue, and gently possessive cupping of his hands seduced her completely. Never had a kiss tasted of raw sex, and never had she felt herself grow so wet so fast.

Matthew pressed closer to her back as Steven continued to woo her lips with his. The flavor of him, exotic, erotic, addicted her on the spot, consumed her in a way she’d never known existed.

Soft lips teased along the back of her neck as hands, finely trembling, brushed across her back and then down, to stroke the globes of her ass. They slid around the front of her, palms pressing flat against her pussy, the heat searing and incredible.

Steven stepped back, licking his lips as if to hold on to the taste of her. Matthew tugged gently on her hair and she tilted her neck back and surrendered her mouth to him.

Slow, lazy, his tongue wooed hers, his possession just as deep, just as arousing as his brother’s had been.

Steven stepped forward and softly caressed her breasts. A light tug, and the buttons of her simple cotton blouse fell open, one by one.

“Mmm.” Hot breath formed the sound against her chest, and the moist tribute hardened her already pointed nipples nearly to the point of pain.

Matthew’s lips continued to suck on hers as if he could, by this single act, devour her. Steven slid her blouse off her shoulders, and his fingers slipped free the button on her skirt, slid the zipper down, and gently nudged the fabric past her feminine hips.

“Step out, sweetheart.”

Kelsey didn’t want to relinquish Matthew’s kiss just yet, so she gave herself over to Steven as he lifted one foot and then the other until her skirt no longer covered her feet.

The brush of a hand over her lace-covered curls made her shudder. Matthew drew back and traced her moist lip with the pad of his thumb.

“You taste ripe and lush, Kelsey. And you’re so damn responsive.”

She didn’t care if her tremors gave her away. She didn’t care if these men knew how desperately she hungered for the touch, the feel of male possession. Sex at its best should be raw and hungry.

“I need more. I need it all.”

“Oh, you’re going to get it all. You’re going to get all of us.” Matthew reached behind her with one hand and slipped open the hooks of her bra.

She felt the lace give way. As Matthew drew it from her body, Steven got down on his knees in front of her and eased her panties down.

She felt a puff of warm, moist breath and then he set his mouth on her.





Chapter 4



Matthew caught her as her knees buckled.

His chuckle, smug male, only added to the heat building inside her. On his knees in front of her, Steven nudged her legs apart with his shoulders, his hands cupping her bottom as he feasted on her cunt.

Hot, wet, his tongue spread shivery delight all through her. He drank her essence, the flow of moisture she couldn’t help, and he sucked every bit of strength and willpower from her body.

Humming, he continued to use lips and tongue and teeth to pleasure her. The vibration of that sound excited her completely, an electric shock to a body too long devoid of arousal.