Trace set a hand on top of hers and threaded their fingers loosely together on her belly. “Better?”
“Mmm.” Her stomach dipped.
He rolled to his side again, facing her, and snuggled closer, his lips landing on her neck, his hand—with hers in tow—settling beneath her breasts. “I’ll never get tired of your scent.” He inhaled deeply and then exhaled slowly against her skin.
She wiggled, willing her nipples to stand down. Her panties were wet.
Keegan curled into her other side and set his hand on her belly below Trace’s. His lips tickled her ear. “This is true.”
They were intoxicating. All-consuming. Her control was seconds from snapping.
This time she didn’t feel the same panic she had earlier. No one was pushing her. Well, maybe that wasn’t entirely true. But their intentions were altruistic. They needed her. She couldn’t ignore that fact. And her insistence on putting off the inevitable bordered on cruel—for all of them.
The cards were all on the table. They knew her hesitations. Her limitations. Her lack of experience. Her fears. They knew her better than anyone else alive after one hour together.
That was how it should be. All that was left was the sex.
A twitch developed between her legs. She knew that sensation. The one in her clit when she was aroused enough to grab her vibrator. It thrummed, pleading with her to fix the problem.
She squeezed Trace’s hand, tugging it against her, needing the pressure.
In turn, he let his thumb stroke the underside of her breast, subtly, but enough to make her arousal spike to new levels.
The world dimmed around her, disappearing as if there were nothing in the universe but the three of them and they had conquered the Earth.
Keegan flattened his hand, spreading his fingers so wide he could easily reach from her breasts to her pussy if Trace’s forearm weren’t in the way. He delicately skimmed her belly. The thin material of her dress did nothing to protect her.
The dress was suffocating. It seemed too tight. Her chest had swelled, making her feel as though she were bulging out of the front. “I feel weak,” she blurted.
“How so?” Trace asked.
“In the sense that I can’t control my reactions to you. It’s unnerving the power you hold over me.”
“It’s normal, hon.” Keegan pressed against her belly.
She suddenly thought she would explode out of her skin and sat upright, pushing their hands away. “Unzip me. If I don’t get this dress off…”
No one moved.
“Baby? Are you sure?”
She twisted her neck to look at Trace. “Don’t make this harder. Just do it.”
He hesitated, but finally smoothed his hand up her back, reached for the zipper, and lowered it slowly all the way to her butt.
The bodice fell forward, freeing her from the confines. And before she lost her resolve, she lifted her ass, pulled the skirt from under her and slipped the dress over her head. She tossed it in the direction of the previously discarded blanket.
Both men hesitated, their heads behind her as she closed her eyes and willed herself to lie back down. A hand landed on each of her arms and eased her onto her back.
She lay as still as possible, not opening her eyes, not wanting to see their gazes on her naked chest.
Fingers from both sides stroked up and down her biceps, knuckles grazing the sides of her breasts with each pass. Her nipples had never felt so puckered. She’d never thought of them as being so sensitive. Now, she would give anything in the world for them to touch the tips without her asking.
“Open your eyes, baby.” Trace’s voice was deeper, firm.
She unwillingly let them flutter open to find him gazing at her face, his expression serious.
“You’re so unbelievably gorgeous, Melinda.”
Keegan trailed his fingers to her belly again and splayed his hand there.
If someone would just touch her nipples…
She lifted her chest slightly, her arms trapped at her sides.
“What are you thinking, baby?” Trace asked. “Tell us.”
She swallowed. “I’m thinking I wish you’d just do what you normally do and stop tiptoeing around me. Don’t make me ask. It’s embarrassing.”
Trace grinned. “Absolutely nothing with you is ever going to be like anything we’ve ever done before. There’s no normal here. This is all new. And neither of us wants to push you. We would never do anything to damage this relationship. An hour ago you were beside yourself with concern.”
“That was an hour ago. Now I’m horny, and I need…whatever. Don’t make me say it. Please. I just can’t. It would be so much easier if I thought you would both take charge.”