“Yeah. But I don’t understand. What’s going on, Blane? Why do I feel…that way any time I see or touch you and your brother?”
“For now, just let it be. You’ll figure it out soon enough.”
Why had he suddenly backed off? Not physically, but she could sense he was hiding a secret from her. She’d had about all the secrets she could handle for one night. The wine still buzzed her head. If she had her way, she’d forget about everything for the next few hours. Maybe that was the only rational thing to do.
“Like I said, you need to leave.”
He shook his head. “No. I think I need to stay and show you exactly what’s real.”
“I don’t understand.”
“You will.” He cupped his hand around her neck and pressed his lips to hers. His forceful grip was nothing compared to the electric shock his touch sent scorching through her.
She melted against him, her anger at his earlier disbelief gone with the slide of his tongue between her lips. He moaned as she wrapped her arms around him and tugged him closer. His tongue swept through her mouth, over her tongue, to skim the insides of her cheeks. Sucking on his tongue, she kept him to her.
He was as firm and solid as he’d looked and just as built as his brother. They were made from the same mold yet given different brains, different thoughts, different personalities.
When he pulled her away, he was as out of breath as she was. “I didn’t mean to do this. I wanted to charm you, to seduce you into bed. Not to attack you.” His gaze slid down to her lips then back to her eyes. “I’m not like my brother.”
“I know.” She pushed her hands against the chest that felt so much like granite then took his hand and led him toward the bedroom.
“Charlie, I want you to be sure about this. I need you to—”
Turning, she pressed a finger against his mouth. “Blane, has anyone ever told you that you talk too much?”
His lips moved against her fingertip with his smile. “A few.”
“They were right.”
She stepped back, kicked off her sandals, and tugged the sundress over her head in one easy move. The beige thong she wore followed the dress to the floor. She stood unashamed before him.
“Wow,” he whispered. He cleared his throat then reached behind his head to grab the collar of his T-shirt.
Her hands on his arms stopped him. “No. Stay still and let me.”
She pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it away. Underneath the cotton was a world filled with boulder-like pecs, brown nipples, and a line of blonde hair that drew her gaze then her hands downward. The waist of his jeans dipped lower in the front to show the beginning of his crotch, and her mouth watered. She’d give him something to remember her by.
He stayed still with his arms at his sides and simply watched her as she undid his jeans. Pulling the flaps wide, she slid her hands under the jeans and toward his butt. The farther back she pushed, the more his jeans tracked in a downward glide. A thrill rushed through her when she saw that he went commando. Her peeked nipples pushed against his chest, and she teased him, using her tongue to leave a wet trail from one nipple to the other. He groaned and reached for her, but she slapped his hands away.
Following the path of the falling jeans, she used his legs as support and moved her tongue between the mountainous pecs, over the hills and valleys of his abdomen, and on to the start of his curly patch below. She pulled off his boots then helped him step out of the jeans and thrust them away.
“Charlie.”
“Shh. You’ve done enough talking.”
His cock was more impressive than she’d hoped. Long and strong, it curved outward, blue veins lining the tender skin, up to the pink, mushroomed cap. She studied it, wanting to remember what it looked like with a small amount of pre-cum oozing from the slit.
She sniffed, drawing in a mix of testosterone, perspiration, and wildness. She’d smelled a similar scent from Reese, just as strong, just as wild, but each man had an extra added aroma that was all his own. If she had to, she could distinguish one twin from the other by their scent.
Running her hands over his thighs then along his legs, she gripped his butt cheeks and flicked her tongue over the tip of his cock, savoring his special taste. He let out a tortured sigh and took hold of her hair. She’d let him touch that much of her, but no more. Not yet.
She squeezed his butt cheeks and blew on his cock. His hold tightened on her hair as he drove his fingers deeper into her locks.
“Is this your way of torturing me?”
She chuckled, glanced up at him with a wicked grin, then opened her mouth wide and took as much of his length inside her mouth as she could. Moving her head back and forth, she played with his cock, swirling her tongue over and over again. He rocked his hips, keeping rhythm with her movement.