LLucy’s Revenge(Divine Creek Ranch 15)(48)

Patrick could see his hands wandering over her ass under the skirt, and Patrick wanted to get all of it off of her so he could finally see her naked. “Focus, Beck.”

“Sorry. That’s a sweet ass you got, too, baby. I’ll kiss your dimples if you let me take these off of you,” he said teasingly. She giggled again and Patrick smiled, realizing that Beck had taken charge of making her feel more comfortable with the situation. The guy was learning. “How about you let me help you out of these. Then…the dress comes off and we get to see your sexy bra and panties.”

“I’m not wearing panties,” she whispered in a husky tone and then bit her lower lip.

Beck just smiled up at her as he slid his hands up to her middle and eased down the waistband of her undergarment. “Mmmm, your skin is so warm and silky. Put your hands on my shoulders so you don’t lose your balance.”

She did as he asked and allowed him to slowly ease the Spanx down her legs. “How a man can make me feel so sexy while removing my support garments is beyond me.” She sighed as he gathered the underwear in a puddle around her ankles and then helped her ease both feet from them.

Unable to resist, Patrick slid a hand from her back to her ass and groaned at the way the silky fabric slid over her bare, heated flesh under his fingertips. His dick reacted with a surge and grew even harder.

Without further examination or comment, Beck tossed the Spanx to the chair nearby and then stood up to look at her. “There. Now they’re off and it wasn’t that big a deal, was it?”

“No, I just was hoping to keep the fact that I need them a secret.”

Beck pressed kisses on the other side of her throat. “If you feel more comfortable wearing them, then there’s no reason for them to be a secret. We don’t worry about stuff like that. Right, Patrick?”

“Yup.”

“Are you staying dressed?” she asked as she grasped handfuls of her skirt in her hands.

“I want to see all of you first.” Patrick scooted behind her and kissed her shoulder as he lowered her zipper, smiling when his fingers skimmed down her spine to the crack of her luscious ass. Unable to resist, he slid a hand inside her dress and caressed her side, immediately raising gooseflesh on her skin. With the other hand he pushed the shoulder straps until they fell forward and were held up only by her hands under her breasts, holding the dress to her as she looked from one man to the other. Uncertainty was clear in her eyes.

“What’s wrong, Luce?”

She bit her lip and then whispered, “Should we have said that we love each other first?”

Patrick and Beck both stilled and looked at her. He could tell it was an important moment for her, knew it must be a lingering concern from earlier. “You say it when the time feels right, Lucy, and I will, too. Not a moment before. I was married to someone who told me that every day out of habit but didn’t really mean it. I don’t need lip service.”

“Me either, baby,” Beck added. “Say it if and when you mean it. It doesn’t affect how I feel in this moment.”

She didn’t say more as she let the dress fall to her feet in a colorful, silky puddle. Only a dummy would believe she didn’t want them to say they loved her, but Patrick knew she understood that it needed to come naturally. The blush in her cheeks hinted that she wished she hadn’t spoken up at all.

Patrick tilted her face toward him and kissed her again as he lightly stroked down her throat to her collarbones, then lower between her breasts. A soft sigh left her lips as he cupped one satiny, warm globe and his cock hardened unbearably. Her slight floral scent and her own natural fragrance combined with a hint of her arousal, making his mouth water.

A sexy sound escaped her as he stroked her peaked nipple with his thumb and then tweaked it gently between two fingers. “Are you wet for us, Luce?”

Piercing blue eyes framed by thick black lashes looked up at him. Her mouth was swollen and wet from his kiss and she gasped when Beck cupped her other breast as she whispered, “Y–Yes. Very wet.”

Beck growled, a pleased sound, and replied, “You’re going to get even wetter before we’re through with you, Juicy Lucy.”

She closed her eyes and they worked in tandem, stoking her arousal for a couple of minutes until Patrick edged her toward the bed. Beck helped her up onto the sleigh bed which was elevated a little higher than normal. He lit more candles on both nightstands, removed every stitch of clothing, and then joined them with Lucy in between. Beck had propped her up on pillows and was laying passionate kisses on her lips as she helped him unbutton his shirt and his fly.