“Um, any boundaries?”
“Nah. I trust you to do what’s right.”
A bad choice on Eric’s part. Tyler feared he’d be unable to stop himself from unleashing a whole bunch of naughty fantasies on Del and pushing every one of her limits.
Eric grabbed her and pulled her in for a quick kiss before snagging the wine bottle and taking another long swig. Then he turned to Tyler. “You gonna kiss her?”
Fuck, he wanted to. At the suggestion, need surged through his body, settling into his inflamed cock. How would she feel against him? Around him? Curiosity was eating him alive.
She climbed off Eric’s lap, then drew in a deep breath that lifted her pretty, pert br**sts. Her ni**les were already hard, but she stared up at him through her dark lashes, her blue gaze surprisingly shy. She bit her lip.
“Del?” Tyler held out his hand to her. His own shook.
After a moment’s hesitation, she nodded, then curled her fingers around his.
Desire jolted its way up his arm, short-circuiting his brain. More blood rushed south. Tyler swallowed. Go slow. If you don’t calm the f**k down, you’re going to inhale her. Scare her. Hurt her.
Apparently, Del mistook his pause for reluctance. She stepped against him, grabbed his face with both hands, and jammed her mouth against his in a desperate kiss.
That was all it took to unleash his hormones off the chain. His conscience quickly followed.
He fisted both hands into her long hair and yanked her head back, arching her body against his. With his lips, he shoved her own apart. He didn’t just kiss her; he violated her mouth, plunging inside, dying to taste her completely. Possess her.
She moaned, rubbing that lithe little body of hers against him, accepting everything he gave her. Her flavor detonated like a bomb in his system, setting fire to his skin, dropping hot lava into his veins. As she wrapped her arms around his neck, desire settled with relentless insistence in his iron shaft, his heavy balls.
“That’s it.” Eric hissed the words. “God, that’s hot.”
Tyler jumped back as if he’d been scalded. He breathed like he’d run a f**king marathon, his lungs pumping hard and fast. A gorgeous flush stained Del’s cheeks. Her mouth, always full, now looked downright red and swollen. She swiped the tip of her tongue across her bottom lip inquisitively, as if trying to taste his kiss all over again. The sight grabbed him by the c**k and yanked hard.
“Don’t stop now, babe.” Eric wheeled close enough to caress her waist, her breast, then tugged at her shirt. “Take this off. And your bra. Remind me what gorgeous tits you have. Show Tyler.”
She gave Eric a shaky nod but turned to him for confirmation. Insecurity crawled across her face. She bit her lip again, turning an even rosier red. Did she think for a second that he didn’t want her? Probably. Whatever attraction he’d felt for her had been one-sided, and he’d done his best to bury it. After all, the concept of sex between them had never been even a whisper until five minutes ago.
With Eric watching, Tyler stepped into Del’s personal space and cupped her breast through the red silk. He dragged his thumb across her nipple. It drew up tight and needy at his touch. She whimpered. Del was welcoming him? Oh hell, that turned him on. She probably did it for Eric’s sake, but Tyler pushed that fact aside. Tonight, she’d let him f**k her. Suddenly, he couldn’t think of anyone he wanted more.
He snagged her gaze, held it as he thumbed her nipple again. “Take it off, Del. Show me your br**sts.”
Her breath caught. She licked dry lips, sending another spark of desire through Tyler. Then she crossed her arms at her waist, grabbed the hem of the tank, and whipped it over her head.
Tyler blinked, stared. Del was . . . utopia. She’d been a contemporary dancer for years, and it showed in the firm lines of her delicate shoulders and arms. Her stomach was flat, the long, lean line of her abdominals visible under flawless skin. Her low-rise shorts clung to slender hips. But her gorgeous br**sts had him stuttering. All natural, a perfect mouthful, they were beyond arousing. He wondered how he’d ever look at her again and not see her this way, tentative but flushed, her breathing almost as hard as her ni**les, so pretty through the white lace.
Tyler swallowed. “The bra, Del. Off. Now.”
Aw, hell. He couldn’t even form complete sentences. But she understood exactly what he meant. Holding his gaze, she reached behind her back and released the hooks. A second later, the underwire contraption with the wispy lace slithered to the floor.
Fuck. Me. He almost swallowed his tongue. The palest skin of her body surrounded the most succulent pinkish brown ni**les he’d ever seen. Wide, hard, drawn up so tightly, as if begging for a warm mouth to cradle them. Tyler was more than happy to oblige.
“Pretty, isn’t she?” Eric said proudly.
The stuff of wet dreams. “Yeah.”
“Come here, babe.” Eric crooked a finger at her. “I want to touch you.”
She complied, and Tyler had to bite back a protest. But Del wasn’t his, so he stood silently and watched as his buddy placed a soft kiss on her lips, then ran his knuckles across one of her ni**les. “Don’t forget to look at me. I want to see your eyes. I want you to think of me.”
Hell no. That was Tyler’s first instinct. He kept the words in. He was doing a favor for a buddy, not greedily f**king the guy’s wife for his own pleasure. His head—both of them actually—needed to get on board with the plan.
Del gave Eric a tremulous smile full of devotion. Tyler wanted one of those with an ache that didn’t make sense. He’d never have it from her. The thought was a stab in the chest.