that I'm freakier than anyone you've ever been with." His voice dropped a bit, making it sound even sexier. "I'd just rather not yell over the bubbles loud enough for the Taylors to hear."
He meant the people who lived on the other side of his place. And he was right. So far, he'd answered every single question I'd asked. The problem was that I had so many more, and I was honestly curious. Impolitely so, but something about the full glass of wine, dark night, and warm water made me feel a little brave. I scooted over to his side of the hot tub.
Pax immediately stole my glass and set it beside his beer. Then he pulled me onto his lap so I was facing him, straddling him. I sucked in a breath, surprised he'd done that, but at the same time, a little too aware of how sexy it made me feel.
His hands were on my body just to stabilize me, but they felt different. Sensual. Almost like he was afraid to move them, and his eyes had turned hungry. That one little move had taken this conversation from technical to seductive, and I'd honestly missed this feeling. I also really, really liked it.
"You disgusted now, or curious?"
I bit my lip but ended up smiling around it. "I think I should be disgusted, but how does that even work?"
"Mm." His hands moved to my waist. "That means curious. Well, it works pretty good for the girl in the middle. Also kinda depends on what she's into. I mean, that's a lot of hands to make her feel very good. Then there's the advanced levels, like double penetration. Just imagine one man in front of you, another behind you, both sliding inside your body."
His voice had turned smoky and was little more than a rumble, sending shivers down my spine. I could feel my pulse pounding, each beat reverberating lower in my body, making me aware of parts that had been ignored for far too long. My breasts ached to be touched, and my core was demanding attention. Then there were my lungs, heaving enough to make my chest visibly rise and fall.
"That, Elena," he said, his eyes holding mine, "is what 'we' means. The idea of you, just like this, with another of us behind you, and all those hands worshiping your body. That's 'we.' I want to watch your lips part, feel your thighs grip mine, and hear your gentle little moans."
His hand slowly moved around to my front, carefully avoiding my desperately sensitive areas to slide up to my neck, his thumb pressing just under my jaw. Without thinking, I leaned into him, forcing that contact deeper into my flesh, and his other hand tightened on my ribs. Something feral glinted in his eyes as he gnashed his teeth together.
"Oh, honey, see? It's not all bad, and no one needs to know. I can tell you've never done anything like that, have you?"
"No," I admitted.
He leaned closer, his lips caressing the side of my face. "But you want to," he told me. "You want to writhe against me right now, and from nothing more than thinking about it."
I sucked in a breath and shifted enough to see his face. "Pax, I've..."
"Only been with your husband," he finished. "I know. I asked." Then he smiled as he stretched to look around me. "And so you know, we're about to have company. So, you can either slide off my lap and try to pretend you aren't dying to know more, tell me you'd rather be alone, or see what happens."
"Who?" I asked, trying to turn, but his hand prevented it. His fingers on my neck tightened just enough to hold my face toward his.
"That doesn't matter," he told me. "Do I tell him to go away, tell him it's safe, or are you running away?" His eyes scanned mine, moving from one side to the other. "We won't hurt you, honey. There's nothing wrong with this." His eyes flicked over my shoulder again, then returned to mine. "Can I at least tell him he's allowed in the hot tub?"
Timidly, I jiggled my head in a weak yes, because the truth was that I'd never been this turned on before. I couldn't imagine a man this sensual, let alone two, but I wanted to. The way he touched me felt so good, like I mattered to him, and his words had the ability to light my body on fire.