Retreat Hell! She Just Got Here(8)

No, this is all her.

His gaze whisked over her dewy face, parted lips and the rapid rise and fall of her chest. He grinned broader. He’d been at attention since she’d walked in, but right then, he could kiss every single toe on her foot. She’d made Logan smile. She’d kissed his scarred face and she’d come apart with his mouth on her.

Zach could worship her like a goddess just for that. Propping his elbows on the sofa, he’d damn near came all over himself watching her orgasm. Her reactions were so real her surprise mixing with want, need mingling with desire. No artifice. No posing.

His woman.

No. He cocked an eyebrow at Logan’s lazy grin. Our woman.

Stealing a glance down her length to the downy, black fur between her thighs, his cock flexed. He wanted to taste her, but right then all he wanted was to be balls deep, driving into the wet heat and filling her to the brim. He wanted to drive into her until she screamed and then he wanted to come. Bareback would be preferable, but he had plenty of condoms.

They could work up to the rest.

“So, truth?” He stroked a finger down the length of her arm, enjoying the quiver of flesh and the wide-eyed stare she cast in his direction.

“It’s truth or dare.” She licked her lips.

He chuckled, continuing the lazy trace of his fingers. He loved the smoothness of her skin, the warmth, the definition. Every muscle defined without an ounce of spare flesh. If God set out to build a perfect woman, He’d struck gold with Jasmine.

“Yeah, I know. But I want you to pick truth.”

“Truth, then.” Her voice whispered across him. He wished she’d dared him to strip his pants earlier. The lack of shirt hardly bothered him. But his pants threatened to geld him.

“Do you really want to have sex with us?” Careful to use the word us, he didn’t miss Logan’s narrowed eyes or the laser beam stare he focused on her face. “Both of us, together, apart, at the same time, one at a time, however we want to have you?”

Zach wanted the answer. He needed the answer. She seemed to enjoy his attention, but her interest focused on Logan. If she wants Logan by himself, I’m out. His cock protested, but he ignored it. The night was about Logan.

Truth be told, it was about Logan and Jasmine now, but whatever she wanted, Zach and Logan would both give it to her.

“Yes,” she murmured, so low he barely heard her.

“Yes?” He trailed his fingers to her collarbone, stroking the pulse point where her neck met her shoulder. It pounded beneath his fingertips. “Yes to what?”

“Just yes. Together. Apart. One at a time. At the same time. I want to have sex with both of you.” Absolute, unabashed honesty filled her tone and her skin turned rosy. He loved that blush.

The most sensual creature he’d ever encountered, he hoped she never stopped doing it. She blushed prettier than a high school cheerleader being asked out on her first date. Glancing at Logan, Zach shifted along the back of the sofa to let his hand rub in slow circles down beneath the fabric of her dress. His palm grazed a pointed nipple and the round suppleness of her breast filled his hand.

Perfect.

“You heard that, right Logan? She said both of us.”

Logan’s pleasant surprise snapped the last doubt in Zach’s mind. “She did.”

Massaging her breast, Zach leaned forward and caught her mouth in an open, wet, hot kiss. He thrust his tongue inside, mirroring the desire of his cock to be buried there. He could imagine sliding his cock between her lips, holding her hair as he pounded toward release. But time for that later. He had tighter, wetter ideas in mind.

He found the clasp on the back of her dress and released it, rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger as the fabric whispered downward. He sensed more than saw Logan peeling the dress off and then she was nude, completely, gloriously naked, her body everything the dress promised from the supple curves of her breasts to the narrow, flat plane of her belly.

Breaking the kiss, he glanced up. “New plan. We need the bedroom.”

“Agreed.” Logan surged to his feet, scooping her up. Her bottom lifted to Zach’s eye level and he nipped one cheek. I’m not going to last.

Logan barely limped as he carried her into the bedroom. Zach grabbed the condoms out of his back pocket and tossed his wallet onto the coffee table before crowding right behind them.

“Better suit up, Marine,” he murmured to himself, ripping open one package and unbuckling his belt. Jasmine’s hands dug into Logan’s biceps, her face squeezed tight as he kissed the hell out of her. Zach never thought of himself as a voyeur, but his stiff cock sprang free from his pants, as eager as he to sample her, already on her knees.