“Logan.” Zach jerked around to stare at the other man.
“No, it’s a fair question.” She gave in to the impulse and laid a hand on Zach’s arm. Muscle flexed beneath the long-sleeved shirt, heat filtering up to warm her hand. Touching him made the evening real. Interest replaced exasperation on Zach’s features.
“So, why?” If Zach’s censure disturbed Logan, it didn’t show.
“Because I’ve fantasized about a ménage before. I wanted a night where I could feel like a woman, the only woman here. In my work, I travel…a lot.” An understatement, but she wanted to cull the reality from her fantasy. “I don’t get to date, I don’t meet many men who I don’t work with or who don’t report to me. Why did you agree to a night with a total stranger? One who wanted a ménage?”
Logan took a long pull of beer, one elbow resting on the table. “It was his idea.”
“He’s not generally this much of an ass,” Zach said, by way of apology. “And it was my idea. There’re a few of us who signed up with the service, power in numbers and all that. A friend of ours met the woman of his dreams this way.”
Tension thrummed through her and she removed her hand to reach for the fork and knife. Eating would give her something else to concentrate on. Logan’s words sounded like he didn’t want to be there, but the naked heat in his eyes suggested a hell of a lot more than just interest. As if on cue, both men cut into their meals.
“Are you looking for the woman of your dreams?”
“Yes.”
“No.”
She laughed at the dueling answers, cracking the newly wound tension coiling in her belly. Am I really sitting in a hotel room with two of the best looking men I’ve seen in a long time, eating steak, drinking beer and planning to have sex with both of them?
“Have you done this before?” She speared a piece of steak, the flavor succulent, not heavily spiced but rich, and she wondered what they would do if she stole the meat right off their plates.
“The one-night stand part?” Zach asked after a swallow. She watched the way he shaped the words with his beautiful mouth. Firm, even and strong.
“Hmm, the ménage part.” Her gaze slid over the table to Logan, who jerked his attention back to his food when he caught her watching him. Yes, definitely more interested than he seemed comfortable with showing.
“A few times,” Zach admitted. “But they were a long time ago.”
“We don’t generally share our women like we would a bottle of beer or season passes to the Rangers.” Logan’s gruffness undercut Zach’s easy manner.
To hell with it. This is my night. See the men. Take the men. “I can imagine taking on both of you is going to be a challenge. I can’t remember the last time I had good sex, much less the promise of incredible sex with two of the hottest men I’ve ever seen. So if I don’t remember to thank you in the morning, let me say it now.”
Logan jerked and Zach stared at her in wonder. Laughter surged around the desire humming through her. No hint of artifice marred their reactions. She admired both their physiques, their facial features, and paused to study their hands. Logan’s fingers were long, thick and gripped his silverware tight enough to turn his knuckles white. Zach’s were gentler, the fork hanging loosely.
She crossed one leg over the other and her sex clenched. She looked forward to discovering what those hands could do. But more than that, she wanted to get her own hands on the men. They were wearing far too many clothes. She’d eaten nearly half the steak, but the food lost its appeal.
“Would you two like to play a game?” She didn’t know where the wanton in her came from, but she embraced it.
“Name your terms.” Zach jumped on board, but Logan only raised his eyebrows. His gaze continually drifted along her face and then lowered as though drawn to the plunging neckline that offered up her breasts for inspection. Her nipples hardened at the thought, and she hoped they peeked through the silky fabric. She wanted him to know how he made her feel.
“Simple terms.” Cradling the bottle between two of her fingers, she stroked her thumb around the rim. She knew the moment both of them noticed her thumb’s gentle caress. “Truth or dare.”
The table bumped, silverware clattering to plates.
“Dare me.” Zach grinned. “Double dare.”
Chapter Three
Reckless abandon shimmered in the air around Jasmine. Her arrival in the hotel suite struck him like a blow to the solar plexus. Exquisite. honey-colored skin, full, pouty red lips and a face capped with a whimsical sweep of black curl that caressed her face. The sexiest pixie he’d ever seen. With steel sheathed in fragility, she stood on the chair, one bare foot propped on the table. A slender silver band wrapped around her index toe beckoned him.