“I’ve got what I need.” Riley leaned against the door frame and crossed his arms. Did he know how sexy he looked right now? “Thanks for letting us crash, Christie. And for the wonderful dinner.”
“Thank you for the help.”
We stared at each other a moment, eyes locked together like magnets. Did Riley know what I was thinking? How I wanted him to throw me over his shoulder, carry me into my bedroom, and ravage me until neither of us could breathe? A small smile touched his lips. For a second I was certain he was thinking the same thing.
Then the moment was over. He turned and began brushing his teeth.
I closed the door to my bedroom and prepared for bed. I crawled under my down comforter and sighed as I pulled the sheets up to my chin. After the chilly Flagstaff air, there was nothing better than the warmth of one’s bed.
The bed would be warmer with two.
The thought floated across my consciousness as I stared at the ceiling. Cuddling with someone in bed sounded perfect. Especially one of the two guys currently in my guest bedroom.
But which one?
I listened to them moving around. The thump of their footsteps, then the soft murmur of their voices muffled by the walls. Indistinguishable aside from the deep tone that reminded me they were men, two gorgeous men resting in my house. Then the murmurs stopped and there was only silence.
When I invited them over for dinner, I didn’t know what I expected. A way to get rid of most of my leftovers, with the possibility for nice conversation too. I didn’t expect to have so much fun with them. Both Riley and Harper were easy to be around, laughing and joking while we shared three bottles of wine. Being around them was refreshing.
It was a reminder of how a woman should feel around guys.
I had always been a woman with a healthy sexual appetite. Ever since I was a teenager sneaking out at night to have sex with my boyfriend in the backseat of his rusted Honda Civic. Good sex was the most wonderful thing in the world. And I’d had quite the dry spell lately. Pierce and I may have just broken up two weeks ago, but it had been months since we really knocked boots in a way that curled my toes and left me moaning.
I craved physical touch. And the more I thought about the men in the next room…
But ultimately, fooling around with Riley or Harper felt wrong. They weren’t my employees, but they still sort of worked for me. Doing something with them felt like crossing a line somehow.
Yet I was wide awake now.
I decided I needed a glass of water. I slid out of bed and opened my bedroom door.
Two figures were emerging into the hallway, walking toward my door. They both froze when they saw me. Harper was shirtless, and his body was a painting of lean muscle illuminated by the hallway’s orange nightlight. Riley was still wearing his shirt, but his lower half was covered only in boxers. My eyes flicked to the thick bulge there, then quickly glanced back up at his face.
“We couldn’t sleep,” Harper said.
I swallowed. “Me neither.”
Riley’s smile was almost invisible in the semi-darkness. “We don’t want to sleep.”
The words fell out of my mouth instantly: “Neither do I.”
9
Christie
Riley crossed the short distance between us, slid a palm along my cheek to cup my face, and kissed me.
All of my inhibitions shattered and the pieces fell away, leaving only the sexy, beautiful man who was kissing me. His lips were wet and warm and moved against mine perfectly. While one hand cupped my face, his other slid along my hip and pulled me toward him. I tilted my face up to his and allowed the kiss to envelop me. It quenched a thirst within me that I hadn’t realized was there.
“I’ve wanted to do that all day,” he breathed in the darkness.
I didn’t have any words, so I bobbed my head in agreement.
And then Riley stepped aside and Harper was there. His dark red hair fell across his face and he brushed it away, never taking his eyes away from me, before crushing his lips against mine. The passion in his kiss was shocking. He pressed me against the wall and smothered me with his body like he wanted—like he needed—to feel every inch of me or else he would die. I moaned as his tongue