Pleasure was winning.
Ryan angled his head and deepened the kiss that had started out so gentle, soft. His tongue delved into her mouth in an effort to consume her entirely.
With her head angled back, her eyes closed in rapture, she couldn’t keep up with whose hands were where.
Ryan held her face. Fingers were dancing their way up and down her body, across her available hip, thigh, stomach.
The onslaught of sensations all firing at once sent roaring heat to her core.
She barely noticed or cared when she was pressed onto her back between them. Ryan never lost a beat, so intent on ravishing her mouth. And he tasted so good, a faint hint of cheese and fruit lingering under the taste she knew was all him.
He didn’t kiss the same as Alejandro, but just as fantastically. Where Alex was more suave and romanced her with his mouth, Ryan was more demanding, insistent.
Her arm that had been trapped above her head beneath her cheek was suddenly met with her other arm. Her eyes popped open, the intense stare of deep brown eyes roaming her face. Ryan had pulled both wrists above her head and leaned across her torso, pressing both hands into the blanket above her. His firm chest stretched across her breasts, driving her to ache under the pressure. Could he feel her nipples poking up between the layers of her bra, tank, and his T-shirt? Of course not, but it felt as though he should. Her chest expanded with each inhale, driving her further insane.
It might have been something she could have controlled, this lust she felt, if not for the other hand roaming her body simultaneously. Alex was a skilled master. She’d known that from just the few times he’d sucked her into his vortex. Every single time he’d kissed her, she’d been lost to him. Unable to use reason.
Now he roamed her stomach with his hand splayed against the skin laid bare by the tank riding up her body. The warm contact of skin on skin, coupled with the rough texture of Alex’s fingers sent a pool of moisture to her sex.
The surge of wanton need made Lindsey lift her hips in supplication.
That lasted all of one second. It hadn’t been a voluntary action, but nevertheless, Alex looped one huge leg over her closest thigh, forced her backside against the ground, and held her legs apart.
She moaned. She knew in the recesses of her brain she was acting like a slut. Only a complete slut would be aroused by this scenario, but she couldn’t stop it. Wouldn’t.
She wanted this worse than she wanted to listen to the voices in her head.
She groaned against the mouth devouring her and Ryan swallowed the sound. He didn’t let up, his tongue dancing in and around her mouth with such accuracy one would think they’d been lovers for ten years instead of ten seconds.
How did he know her body so well?
Lindsey barely noticed when Ryan repositioned to hold both hands above her head with just one of his, the one he was nearly lying on. The free hand grazed down from her fingers, her forearm, her biceps, and paused only momentarily at her armpit when she shivered, a chill shaking her entire body. The caress should have tickled, but she was way too far gone in the depths of arousal for that.
Ryan chuckled briefly against her mouth and kept kissing her senseless.
That free hand moved to encompass a breast with no preamble. Not a soft barely-there grazing of his fingers. No. He grabbed her completely and firmly with his hand and molded the tight swollen breast as though measuring it, weighing it.
Damn. It occurred to her the men had ganged up on her. They had the advantage of communicating through their connection she wasn’t privy to yet. She was certain of this fact when Alex moved a palm to cup her sex at the same moment as the assault on her breast. Just as firm. Just as precise. Just as perfectly timed.
The simultaneous assault on her system caused her to jerk in their grasps. She pulled her mouth from Ryan’s and gasped for a breath to the side.
No one stopped. In fact, Ryan continued kissing her cheek in a line toward her ear.
Deep breaths in and out did nothing to lessen her arousal. A firm pinch to her nipple was accompanied by Alex’s thumb pressing into her clit. “Oh, ahh,” she moaned. “I need…” What did she need? Holy cow, they were going to make her come. She could feel the pressure building. Her stomach was clenching and releasing. No one had ever done this to her. Could they?
She stiffened. They were going to be so deflated to find out she wasn’t capable of orgasm at their hands. The thought froze her in fear. Performance anxiety at its worst.
She wanted to scramble back from them, stop the madness. She wanted them to strip her naked and finish her off.
She groaned her discouragement into the evening air, noticing briefly the sun was slipping away.
“Let us make you feel good, baby,” Alejandro’s voice wafted up from between her legs. When had he wiggled his way into that position? When had her legs spread farther apart, indecently exposing her to his view?