When he pulled back to gauge her expression, the corners of his eyes crinkled in a knowing smile. As if he knew she wanted to give in, submit to them and the need burning deep inside. “Kiss me, Cait.”
Her pulse tripped. She was trapped between them. Two hard, strong bodies caging her. One hard cock pressed into her abdomen, one tight against her ass.
Liam’s lips touched hers. A tight sound of protest escaped her, but he didn’t pull back. His tongue stroked across her lower lip, soft and smooth. She trembled, gasped as Nathan nipped at the curve of her neck. Liam slid his tongue inside to caress hers.
Shock reverberated through her body, heat enveloping her senses. She should be horrified, ashamed. He was kissing her right in front of Nathan, and she was letting him. But he kissed her with such hunger and skill, she couldn’t help but respond as the seconds ticked by. Her pussy clenched with need as she shyly met the stroke of his tongue, and a shiver rolled through her. He tasted like dark spices, cinnamon from the pie she’d made.
By the time Liam pulled back she could barely breathe. Her body tingled and throbbed all over, desperate for more. She silently willed them to take what they wanted, so she had no choice but to give it to them. To take all her control away. Then she wouldn’t have to feel guilty later.
But she knew they’d never do that. If she wanted this, she’d have to make it clear. They might be holding her, pinning her, but she was still in control. If she said no, she knew they’d stop.
She didn’t want them to stop. But did she have the guts to go through with this?
Nathan stopped teasing the undersides of her breasts and gripped the hem of her tank top. Cait stiffened, bracing herself as the fabric drew up her midriff, slowly, still giving her time to back out. She licked her lips, the protest right there on the tip of her tongue. The way Liam watched the shirt being drawn up her body flooded her with a new wave of heat. His expression was rapt, hungry. Like he couldn’t wait to see her nipples, still poking at the material.
Nathan drew the shirt over the bottom curve of her breasts and paused. Cool air brushed against her hot skin, making her nipples harden to the point of pain. She wanted this. As ashamed as she might feel later, she wanted this so badly she burned for it. She swallowed.
Like he sensed her unspoken surrender, Nathan made a low sound of approval and kissed the side of her jaw. “Cait has very sensitive nipples,” he said softly. “Don’t you, baby?”
Heat suffused her face, and she closed her eyes, unable to answer. It was too embarrassing.
Liam made a humming sound and kissed her again, making her eyes snap open. “Do you, Cait?”
Held under the power of that stare, she could only nod helplessly as the blush swallowed her face. Her knees began to shake.
His mouth curved in a sensual smile. “Then I’ll have to make sure I pay special attention to them.” That deep, erotic tone told her he was looking forward to it.
Oh, God…
She swallowed and pressed her thighs together to stem the empty ache between her legs. Nathan slowly drew the fabric upward, dragging it over her nipples until she had to bite back a whimper. The cloth pulled up, up, until finally her naked breasts were exposed to Liam’s hot gaze.
Her breath came fast and hard. She tugged against his hold, but he didn’t lessen the pressure of his fingers around her wrists. The gentle stroke of Nathan’s fingertips over her breasts made her squirm. While Liam watched every move, Nathan carefully traced every inch of the plump curves, carefully avoiding the aching peaks. Driving her arousal higher until she wanted to whimper and beg for mercy.
After a minute he stopped stroking and cupped her breasts in his big palms. Cradling them, lifting them. As though it was some signal between them, Liam made a purring sound and sank to his knees before her.
Cait bit her lip and closed her eyes, torn between wanting to run and craving the feel of his mouth on her. Every muscle was drawn taut, ready to snap.
“Lean your head back,” Nathan murmured. “I’ve got you. I’ll hold you.”
His protectiveness made her throat tighten in gratitude. Quivering in his arms, she did as she was told and braced for that first forbidden caress from Liam. He kept her hands firmly at her sides and leaned in to gently nuzzle the valley between her breasts. She made a choked sound and tensed, but didn’t try to pull back. There was no escape anyway. They held her trapped between them, and she wanted this too much to run away now. Their unhurried, heady seduction was slowly driving her mad. Another minute of this, and she’d be begging them to take her.
Was that what they wanted? She’d already taken the hardest step by remaining silent and giving them her unspoken consent. Begging was nothing compared to that.