“Deke,” Luc called to him. “Kiss her. Get that top off.” Alyssa started. “Yo—you don’t want to go to the bedroom first?” Luc stood and drew the blinds, toed off his shoes, and ripped off his shirt. “We’ll get there. Eventually.”
“Oh.” She looked dazed, and they hadn’t even touched her yet.
Then Luc shot him an expectant look. Right. Kiss her. Undress her.
Letting loose a deep breath, Deke reached out and dove into the buttons down the front of Alyssa’s blouse. Jesus, his hands were shaking as he parted the material, revealing the bountiful tits barely restrained by a sheer, strapless bra.
Gorgeous, golden br**sts. He’d bet she sunbathed topless.
He removed her blouse, pausing a moment to set it on the sofa beside him. Didn’t want to wrinkle it. It looked delicate.
“Deke,” Luc snapped. “Kiss her.”
Alyssa gazed at him, her blue eyes uncertain but fevered. Luc turned her away from himself, toward Deke, then his cousin kissed the side of her neck and laid a hand on the underside of her breast. Her ni**les pebbled the instant he touched her.
Under Luc’s lips, Alyssa’s posture lost its starch. She closed her eyes, moaned.
“You smell good,” Luc whispered as one flick of his wrist made her bra melt away.
“A mixture of sunshine and sin.”
Her bare tits were gorgeous. Ripe, juicy, firm. If they were fake, they were a damn fine imitation.
She laid her head back on Luc’s shoulder, gasping as his thumb flicked over one of her hard, blushing ni**les.
Damn, the two of them were sexy to watch. Luc so dark, inky hair, bronze skin, caressing his way across Alyssa’s paler flesh, lifting her platinum hair away from her soft nape so he could breathe in her scent. Seeing her shudder in his cousin’s arms made him hard. Finally.
One of Luc’s hands slid under the slit of her skirt, lifted it higher, and brushed against the black silk covering her mound.
Alyssa gasped. Trembled. Moaned.
“Kiss her.”
Luc’s renewed demand hit Deke like icy water. Which made no sense. Alyssa was the personification of sex. He’d wanted to nail her for years. She was topless, willing, and getting aroused damn fast.
She isn’t Kimber.
Pushing aside the insidious voice protesting in his head, Deke didn’t just lean in, he charged, covering her mouth and urging her to open wide for him. Desperate.
Her tongue did a sensuous dance around his, slow and lazy and promising that she could give a legendary blow job. She tasted spicy and fresh.
But he was hungry for the taste of sugary innocence.
Hesitancy. Pure desire to please.
Alyssa was all enticement. Beautiful. Experienced and able to lure a man into wild sin. But for some damn reason, he didn’t want her to lead him astray.
Touching her felt…weird. Wrong.
Like he was betraying something. Someone.
Kimber’s hazel eyes, brimming with tears, splashed across the backs of his eyes.
Frustration burned. The sense of wrongness weighed a thousand tons in his gut.
Shit! He yanked away from Alyssa.
Luc barely noticed. Instead, he pulled her onto his lap.