would be back online, and she would be able to move forward with the experience behind her. They would be out of her system once and for all.
Unfortunately, rationalizing anything wasn’t going to happen. Not when they were touching her like that.
Keegan’s hand slid down so it covered her throat, his thumb and forefinger beneath her ears, tilting her head so he could deepen the kiss.
The man could kiss. Holy moly. She’d thought Kaden’s kiss had been lethal, but it was a teddy bear compared to the lion that was devouring her now. Because of his laidback nature, Bristol had figured Keegan would be the gentler of the two. She’d mistakenly believed Kaden would be like a storm coming to a head and if he unleashed on her, she’d be knocked of her feet. Clearly she’d been wrong about both of them.
Not that it mattered. She would take them both exactly as they were.
The only thing she was absolutely certain of: she did not want this to end. Ever.
Bristol sucked in a sharp breath when Kaden’s hands slipped beneath her shirt, grazing bare skin as they moved higher, higher. Oh, God. Too much.
“You sure about this?” Kaden asked from behind her, his lips continuing to glide over her neck, sucking on the sensitive skin every now and again.
She nodded, which broke the kiss, Keegan’s lips pulling back and giving her a moment to catch her breath. Only, her lungs weren’t working because the sensation of Kaden’s hands on her was more than she could bear. To distract herself, she looked up into Keegan’s eyes, holding his stare for as long as she could, seeing the fire in his eyes, the passion that she prayed he would unleash on her. The only reason she looked away was so Kaden could lift her shirt over her head.
Her knees weakened when Keegan’s eyes lowered to her satin-and-lace-covered breasts. The fire in his eyes was still smoldering, but it seemed hotter somehow.
Those steel-blue eyes darted to hers briefly, then back down when he cupped her breasts in his hands.
She whimpered, unable to do or say anything else. The sensation was exquisite, and he wasn’t even doing anything.
For a second, she thought nothing could feel quite as good as that, but then there was warm, naked flesh against her back. The heat of Kaden’s skin against hers was a shock to her senses, had her dragging more air into her lungs. It was then she realized Kaden had discarded his shirt and now she was leaning into him, allowing him to hold her up while Keegan fondled her nipples through the satin of her bra.
“Remove it,” Keegan muttered.
Evidently, he’d been speaking to Kaden because the next thing she knew the clasp was unhooked and her bra was sliding down her arms, then falling to the floor.
Keegan’s eyes lifted, meeting hers. He held her there, suspended on a breath as she waited for him to…
He tweaked her nipples, both at the same time.
“Oh, God,” she cried, thrusting her chest forward, not caring that she was as wanton as she’d ever been before.
But rather than give her what she so desperately needed, Keegan reached for her arm. The next thing she knew, Bristol was leaning against Keegan, her back to his chest, staring into Kaden’s face while he stared down at her topless form.
“Fucking beautiful,” Kaden whispered.
“Please…” No, she wasn’t above begging. Not right now. Nothing mattered other than the two of them finishing what she’d started.
Kaden stepped forward, his big hands performing the same titillating moves Keegan’s had, plumping her breasts, tweaking her nipples. She was staring at his sun-bronzed skin against her much paler flesh, watching, waiting.
But then Keegan’s hand curled under her chin, cupping her throat once more. He tilted her head up and back, leaned over her shoulder, and kissed her. The kiss stole what rational thought she had left, sent her body reeling, so when Kaden leaned in and sucked one nipple into his mouth, she came. The orgasm ripped through her with a vengeance, stealing the starch from her legs, her cries of pleasure turning into whimpers when Keegan continued to kiss her.
If Keegan hadn’t been behind her, she would’ve been on the floor.
His mouth slowly separated from hers, but he remained there, staring down at her. “That was so fucking beautiful. We’re gonna make you come a dozen more times before the night is over.”
Was that a threat or a promise? she wondered.
Or perhaps a little of both.
Chapter Five
When Bristol