The thought dragged another quiver out of her, her damp pussy clenching against the painful ache inside. His tender dominance always turned her into a quivering mass of need.
The fantasy fast-forwarded until she was spread out on the leather couch while Nathan and Liam used their hands and mouths to bring her to a shattering climax.
Her breath caught in her throat.
Nathan glanced down at her. His knowing eyes held a good amount of heat and a sudden awareness that made her stomach grab. Time to go.
But when she tried to get up Nathan held her fast with that hand on her neck. She tensed, and the first stirrings of unease crept in when Liam looked at her and didn’t move away. He was too close.
“I like the feel of you against me,” Nathan said softly against her temple. His warm breath stirred the fine hairs there, sending a shiver cascading through her.
Liam still hadn’t moved.
She didn’t dare look over her shoulder at him, afraid of what she’d find in his eyes and embarrassed that Nathan was practically seducing her right in front of him. Did Liam know? Was he getting turned on and hoping they’d involve him? Her throat constricted. Oh God. If they pushed her right now, they’d undoubtedly break through her resolve in a matter of minutes and then there’d be no going back. And in the morning she’d have to face what she’d let them do.
No.
She tugged against his hold, but Nathan didn’t release her. Caught between them, she stared helplessly up into his gray eyes. Please don’t. Please don’t use my body against me. “I have to go to bed,” she managed, her voice husky with the vicious arousal she was fighting so hard to hide.
But Nathan knew her too well. He knew exactly what was happening to her; she could see it in his eyes.
His hand moved into her hair and held the back of her skull. She started to shake her head, but he leaned in and kissed her. Slowly. Firmly. Warmth, pressure and a hint of tongue that left her trembling and breathless. She curled one hand into his shirt and gripped it hard, tortured by the need clawing at her, by the feel of him and the knowledge that he would give this to her if she asked for it. Then he pulled back.
She blinked up at him, flushed and weak and too afraid to move.
Holding her gaze, he removed his hand from her head and swept his thumb across her blazing hot cheek. “You sure?”
“Yes.” She’d never been surer of anything.
He held her there another moment, searching her eyes. Just when she thought he’d take things further and kiss her again, he let her go, albeit reluctantly.
Surprised, she blinked and climbed to her feet, nearly stumbling over Liam’s long legs in her haste to escape. “G’night,” she blurted, and made a beeline for the bedroom.
Closing the door behind her, she leaned against it and shut her eyes. God, her legs were shaking. She couldn’t believe what she’d almost done. If Nathan had kissed her like that again, she wouldn’t have been able to hold back the moan she’d stifled the first time, and then he and Liam would both have known exactly how turned on she was. And why.
Stripping off the robe, she left her pajamas on to keep a barrier between her and Nathan and crawled into bed. The ache between her thighs was almost unbearable, but she refused to slide her hand into her slick folds and find relief. It would only be another step further down the path to disaster. Fantasies were one thing, but this went far beyond that. Indulging in it was wrong and illicit, and she had to get the idea of the threesome out of her head.
One more day, she told herself, drawing a shaky breath. She could get through one more day. Then Liam would be gone, and things would go back to normal. She’d no longer be tormented by depraved and forbidden thoughts about being with Nathan and his best friend. She’d be able to forget she’d been weak enough to almost give in to that forbidden temptation.
For the first time in their relationship, she feigned sleep when Nathan came in to slide between the sheets and tuck her into the curve of his naked, aroused body.
Chapter Three
The next evening after dinner, Nathan watched Cait as she wiped down the counter one last time and rinsed out the cloth before laying it over the faucet. All the lights were off except for the antique lamp he’d left on in the corner, casting the room in a soft, warm glow. He knew her well enough to know she wouldn’t want any bright lights on for this. Not that she knew what was coming.
“Thanks again for the awesome dinner,” he said. Roast beef with Yorkshire pudding and all the trimmings, followed up by a homemade apple pie spiced with cinnamon and lemon zest. His favorite. She was always doing things like that for him. Little things that showed her love for him and made him the luckiest man on earth to have her.