“Do you remember when I threatened to share you with one of my friends?” she asked him softly as she rose to her knees and pulled the silk gown quickly from her body.
His eyes widened. At first in surprise, then in growing heat. “What have you done, Terrie?”
“I want to give you a taste of what I know you’ll give me eventually,” she whispered. “Pleasure, Jesse. The most erotic pleasure I can think of for you. Would you let me do that? I can’t do it without your permission.”
He breathing was hard, rough. “Fuck. Tally.” The moan wasn’t one of pleasured anticipation. “I know damned well you wouldn’t let anyone else in this room with us.”
She could hear his nervousness now. “Terrie, honey, I would do anything in this world for you, you know that. But that woman is dangerous.”
She moved from the bed, controlling her grin. “You didn’t say no, Jesse,” she reminded him. “Are you saying no?”
He cleared his throat. “No piercings, right?” His voice was thicker, almost slurred with his arousal.
“No piercings, Jesse,” she promised as she turned on the light, held it a second, then turned it off again. “Should I blindfold you?”
“God, no!” he growled. “I’m going to watch, Terrie, every move you make. And baby, when your turn comes, I’m going to make you scream for mercy just as hard and as loud as you make me scream. You better remember that.”
“I’m looking forward to it,” she murmured as Tally stepped into the room. “You have no idea, Jesse, how much I’m looking forward to it.”
Chapter Eleven
Jesse watched the two women carefully. He’d had a feeling, years ago, that Terrie could more than match his desires, but he’d be damned if he ever expected this.
Tally. Hell, he had suspected she was a wildcat, but he couldn’t profess any driving desire for her. He had to admit she was damned pretty, though. Just a few inches shorter than Terrie, her skin a dark contrast to Terrie’s creamy flesh. Her long black hair rippled down her back, her dark eyes glinted with amused desire.
“You owe me, boss,” she murmured as she moved along his side, her lips whispering along his ear as Terrie moved to the other. “Big time.”
A whiplash of scalding lust seared his body as Terrie’s lips feathered over his neck. The twin sensations were stronger, more powerful than he had expected. He tugged at the restraints, his fingers curling into fists with his need to touch now. Two hands stroked over his chest, his abdomen, raising his blood pressure and his arousal level past heights he would have never dreamed it could.
Both hands were soft, silky and warm. Yet Terrie’s held a heat, a gentleness he would have known anywhere. She stroked him as though her pleasure came from the touch of his skin alone. Not that Tally didn’t know how to use her hands. Damned if she didn’t. And her nails. Every muscle in his body clenched when she used them across his nipple. Shit, that shouldn’t feel so damned good.
“Terrie,” he growled her name as his gaze darkened with the spiraling pleasure.
It felt as though lips, tongues and seductive fingers were everywhere. His nipples, his chest, his abdomen. A wash of silken heat as Terrie’s lips feathered toward his, Tally’s drifting to his chest.
“Do you feel good, Jesse?” Terrie breathed against his lips, her eyes dark in the candlelight and filled with emotion.
“Kiss me, Terrie,” he growled. “Before I go insane for your taste.”
She smiled. A slow tilt of her lips that had his cock jerking in response. It was an erotic, captivating smile and had him groaning in sensual frustration. She leaned over him, her breasts brushing against his arm, his chest. The gold nipple ring taunted him as he glanced down, glowing against the rosy peak as she raked it across his chest.
Her lips touched his, her tongue stroked. His body bucked as Tally’s lips moved to his chest, her tongue lapping at his nipple. Dammit, that wasn’t supposed to feel that good.
But Terrie’s kiss fried his brain. He struggled against the cuffs, desperate to touch her. He needed to touch her, to run his hands over her body, to show her with his touch, with his kiss, what she meant to him.
There was no escaping the bonds. No escaping the hot ecstasy moving over his body. Terrie’s lips were silken fire on his as his head raised to get closer to the teasing kiss. Yet she was always just a breath away, licking at him, taunting him with the need for more.
Silken hands were like brush strokes of flame on his body when she finally came to him. Her tongue slipped into his mouth, her broken moan whispering around him as she took what she needed from the kiss. Deep, hungry, her tongue thrusting past his lips, tangling with his, stretching his senses on a rack of exquisite lust.