Pleading.
Well, hell. There went all the benefits of a cold shower. Deke finished drying off, concentrating on the pattern of the Venetian plaster wall. But he couldn’t block out the sexual sounds of the pleasure Luc was giving Kimber.
The door between the bathroom and Luc’s adjoining bedroom was ajar, and Kimber’s needy moans invaded mercilessly. First breathy, then keening. She was getting close.
“Please, Luc…”
Fuck. And that’s exactly what he wanted to do to her, settle right between her sweet thighs and be the first one to sink deep inside her. That wasn’t going to happen. She didn’t want that; he couldn’t let it happen.
But you can join them. Damn if he wasn’t sorely tempted. He had every right. Full and equal sharing; he and Luc had agreed to it over a decade ago, and they’d never wavered. So why was he begrudging Luc his oneon- one pleasure with Kimber?
He’d never minded this before. And why turn down the chance to join in this morning?
Kimber Edgington was too tempting, too sweet and responsive. Too innocent and vulnerable. Too dangerous for his peace of mind. Too…everything he’d wanted for years. If he marched in Luc’s room, all naked and demanding, he’d get sucked into her allure and start drowning. Last night, the urge to spread her legs, settle between them, and claim her had beat at him relentlessly. If anything, that urge had grown, like some freaking weed in a perfectly manicured garden. He had to get control of it before it took over. Before he touched her again and lost control and did something crazy and irrevocable. Fatal.
Snarling, Deke reached for sweat shorts and a T-shirt, then tossed them on over his unrelenting morning erection. Coffee. He needed it now.
He started down the hall, then faltered as he passed Luc’s room. The sight of them punched him like a battering ram to the gut. Luc with his dark head bent in the crook of her neck, his long hair trailing over her porcelain pale shoulders and br**sts. His artistic fingers toyed between her spread thighs. From Deke’s viewpoint, Kimber’s arousal was obvious, considering her slick, swollen, nearly red folds.
“I’m dying to make you scream,” Luc murmured. “Once you ache so badly you’re ready to beg.”
“Luc, now. Please.” She groaned and clutched her fingers in his hair. “Please!”
“Soon, sweetheart. Let it build.”
Her head thrashed from side to side. “Can’t take more.” Kimber’s pleading clawed at Deke’s gut.
“You can. A little more…”
Luc withdrew his fingers from her wet, swollen pu**y to caress her thighs, her abdomen—and ignoring her hips when she thrust them his way. Deke couldn’t ignore it. Wouldn’t. He took a step into the room, hand pushing at his sweat shorts, shoving them down to his hips, intent, savage with hunger.
Fuck her. He needed to—had to get inside her and sink deep. Be the first one.
Now.
“Luc…touch me.”
Her throaty cry seared Deke, bringing him out of his daze of desire. She’d asked for his cousin to touch her, not for him to f**k her. Holy shit. What was he thinking?
Nothing he should be thinking. In fact, he shouldn’t be here, wanting to be inside her. Claiming her. Worse, hoarding her and taking her from the man whose name she called. Only bad things would happen if he had sex with Kimber. He’d taken a virgin before and knew that for a fact.
Deke yanked up his shorts, turned, and stalked down the hall, barely holding in an ugly curse. Two weeks with Kimber here… He’d never last without f**king her, without destroying her.
The kitchen tile slapped cool against his bare feet as he entered the room and grabbed the coffee beans from the pantry. He glanced at the bag. Chocolate caramel truffle. Pansy-ass flavored coffee. Whatever happened to just coffee? He slammed the pantry door.
Tossing the bag on the counter next to the coffeemaker, Deke paused.
“Luc!”
Another plea from Kimber. Hell. He squeezed his eyes shut and let out a ragged breath.
A moment later, he flipped open the coffeemaker’s lid; it cracked and popped off, making a plastic crunch sound that couldn’t be good. Then the damn thing tumbled to the floor.
Cursing again, Deke grabbed the edge of the counter. Every muscle in his body was tense, all the way from his brows slashing down over narrowed eyes to his toes curled into the Italian slate beneath them.
Get your shit together, he castigated himself and fit the lid back on the coffeemaker, filled it with grounds and water, then flipped the on switch.
At the same time, Luc apparently flipped Kimber’s switch.