Their Virgin Princess (Masters of Ménage #4)(35)

Alea stifled a moan bubbling in her throat at the feel of them so close. "There's no 'thing.'"

She'd meant for that statement to come out in a firm voice, but it just sounded breathy and sensual. They weren't touching her, but for the first time, she wanted them to. She'd lost it last night when Coop had grabbed her just before …  But what if he hadn't? What if she'd kept her head? What if they took everything really slowly? Maybe she wasn't totally broken and her body could actually respond if they told her what they planned to do, prepared her mentally first. Maybe.

"There's more than a little something between us, baby," Coop said, sitting up now, his previous laziness shoved aside. "It's real, and we've all been dodging it. I'm done with that."

"I am, too." Dane's words sounded like a vow. "So now I'm going to tell you exactly what I want to do."

The desire shimmering from those blue eyes made something in her belly jump and tighten. If what he had to say was half as hot as his face suggested, she wouldn't be able to handle it. "Don't. Please. I'll sit back down." 

"Ah, we're back to bargaining." Dane's hair was just the slightest bit shaggy, and she loved the way it curled around his ears as he looked down at her. "I think we have another couple of minutes before takeoff, so I'll elaborate. First, I want to look at your breasts, Alea. I want you to take your shirt off and show them to me. I want you to cup them with your hands and offer them up."

She shook her head even as the heat inside her surged. "I can't do that."

"He'll tell you how beautiful they are," Landon continued. "We all will. We'll sit and watch them for a minute because none of us will be able to take our eyes off you and your gorgeous, full breasts."

"They aren't. They're small." Why was she talking about herself? She should be shoving them away and firming up boundaries. But no, she was standing there and arguing over the size of her breasts. And practically feeling Dane's hands on her, even though he wasn't touching her.

"No. They're the perfect size, baby. They'll fit right in the palm of my hand. I don't think I've ever seen breasts as beautiful as yours. Tell me something, Princess. Did Cooper get his mouth on those nipples last night?"

She shivered, remembering everywhere Cooper had put his mouth. "No."

"I barely touched her breasts. I just ate that pussy like it was the tastiest treat I've ever had." Cooper edged closer to her. "You tasted so good, baby. I've had a hard-on ever since, and no amount of masturbation satisfies my cock. I want you."

The idea of Cooper touching himself while he thought of her sent another wave of arousal through Alea. She actually wanted to touch him, to see and feel him all over. Their words were turning her into a woman she didn't know, one who ached to do and feel everything they murmured in her ear. Would they let her explore without asking for anything in return? Likely not. Men seemed geared to take from women. These three had proven they could be polite and kind, but she was sure in the bedroom, Dane, Lan, and Coop would be like other men.

But … what if, like Coop's mouth on her, that could actually feel good?

"I want to suck your nipples, Alea." Lan's voice was softer than she could ever remember. "I'll be so gentle. I'll lick, play, and kiss on them until you forget there was a time when they weren't in my mouth."

"He's got a breast obsession," Dane admitted with a chuckle. "Now, as for me, I really want to touch your ass. God, Alea, do you know what that round ass does to me?"

She tried to back away, but only bumped into Landon. "Now I know you're joking. My ass is huge."

Instantly, Dane tensed. Cooper shot a placating stare to his pal. "No. Go easy on her, man."

Dane's jaw tightened. "We're going to establish a few rules, baby, some for your protection, some for our sanity. Rule number one, you don't ever talk badly about yourself."

Why did what she thought or said about her ass matter? No clue. In fact, she couldn't think about anything except the fact that they still loomed so close-and seemed to be moving in. "I am going to talk to Tal. You can't treat me like this."

"Poor baby. Who do you think gave us his stamp of approval?" Dane leaned closer until his lips were almost touching hers.

She tried to move, but Landon wasn't willing to let her retreat from them. The minute she backed up, something thick and hard poked at her bottom. His erection. That didn't scare her the way it should. Still she tried to move forward. When she did, another erection poked at her belly. Dane. Her knees went weak.