An Indecent Longing (13 page)

Okay, maybe he needed a little shove in the right direction. He still had her one hand pinned beside her head, but the other was loose. And his upper body was naked since she’d tugged off his shirt.

As his tongue slid into her mouth, she played her hand down his back, the sensation of his warm skin against hers a potent aphrodisiac.

Would she spontaneously combust when they were both naked?

And then there was Ben…

She swore she could feel Ben’s gaze on her skin, a laser-sharp sensation that made her shift restlessly against Ian. Every time she did, she brushed against his rock-hard erection and her sex clenched with need.

She wanted Ian to rush but she didn’t want him to stop. And she longed for more. She wanted to feel Ben’s hands on her, too. At the same time. Was Ian only willing to go so far?

When Ian’s mouth released hers abruptly, she moaned, one hand sinking into his hair to hold him there. But even though she tried to tug him back up, he began to press hot kisses along her neck and continued down to her breasts.

Her body arched as he sucked one nipple into his mouth and bit down. Her gasp echoed through the room, and everything went dark as her eyes closed. Which only served to make every sensation that much more intense.

The huge ball of need inside her body continued to expand until it seemed to push at her skin. She needed Ian to stop teasing and start satisfying. But he seemed more than content to lick and suck at her breasts, his hands on her hips holding her tight.

Did he think she was going to try to get away?

She wanted to be nowhere else at the moment. The man she’d been lusting after for months was making love to her. While the man she’d just met watched.

Her eyes flew open as Ian’s mouth shifted away from her breasts to the sensitive skin just underneath, where he bit her with stinging nips then soothed the ache with his tongue.

But while her body was completely immersed in pleasure, her mind wouldn’t stop working.

Was she simply supposed to lie here and react? Or was she allowed to give as good as she got?

Turning her head, she locked her gaze with Ben’s. His lips curved in a bare smile but the gleam in his heavily lidded eyes promised retribution.

For what? Making him wait his turn?

Just as Ian sucked on her hip, biting at the thin flesh covering it and making her panties even wetter, Ben leaned forward.

“Do you need something?”

Ben’s question held an edge, and it sliced through her already fast-fading inhibitions. She’d agreed to this unconventional arrangement. Might as well take everything she could get from it.

But she didn’t exactly know what to ask for. And while Ian continued to press kisses along her stomach, she couldn’t seem to form words.

“Come on, Dorrie. Tell me what you want.”

Her lips parted but she could only suck in air as Ian sat back on his heels again so he could pull her dress over her hips. But unless Ian moved, that dress wasn’t coming off.

Ian apparently had the exact same thought at the same time. Standing, he stripped her dress down and off her legs in one second and scooped her into his arms a second later.

Cooler air hit her skin as he began to walk but a wave of heat swept through at being held against Ian’s bare chest.

“Can’t believe I’m saying this but that damn couch isn’t big enough.”

Breathless from the sudden movement and her brain scrambled from being in Ian’s arms, she looked over his shoulder to find Ben close on Ian’s heels.

“Such big eyes.” Ben’s voice held a distinct growl. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. We won’t completely devour you. We’ll save a little for tomorrow morning.”

“Christ, Ben.” Ian’s voice so close to her ear made her shiver. “Where the fuck do you come up with this shit?”

“You can’t see her eyes right now. She looks like a kid at the zoo, staring at the wild animals. Except these animals aren’t caged, are they, Dorrie?”

No, Ben and Ian had definitely slipped their leashes, which made it so much more wonderful. And so much more nerve-wracking.

How was she supposed to handle two of them? Nerves made her heart pound a little harder, which Ian apparently noticed.

He stopped midway up the stairs to the second floor. “Dorrie. Look at me.”

Blinking, she looked up into Ian’s steady gaze. “You don’t have to take his shit. You want me to tell Ben to shut up, just say the word.”

“She doesn’t need you to protect her.” Ben stopped just below them, arms crossed over his chest. “Do you, babe? You can protect yourself. You’ve got claws. Use them. Do you want me to stop?”

Glancing up at Ian, she noticed his eyes had narrowed and his mouth had set in a line. Ben was not only pushing her but he was pushing Ian, too. And Ian wouldn’t take it.

Ian would think he was protecting her by sending her home. She didn’t want to go home. Not now.

She also realized Ben was going to continue to push her farther and harder. He’d stop before he broke her or pushed her to do something she didn’t want. But he wouldn’t give up on her right away.

She looked back at Ben. “No, you don’t have to stop.” Then she looked up at Ian. “You need to stop treating me like I don’t know my own mind.”

A tiny muscle in Ian’s jaw jumped but he stayed silent as he continued up the stairs. And picked up his pace.

Within seconds, she found herself back in his bedroom and flat on her back on his bed, with a very intense-looking Ian staring down at her. She couldn’t see Ben, but she knew he’d followed them. Then the bed shimmied and she turned to see Ben settling back against the footboard. He’d kicked off his shoes but he was still dressed. He looked comfortable, relaxed. But the gleam in his hooded eyes and the half-smile on his lips gave away his intention to devour her.

As did the thrust of his erection against the zipper of his dark pants.

He was hard because he wanted her. How utterly amazing was that? Two men wanted her enough to share her.

Yeah, but are you sure you can handle them both?

No, she wasn’t. She only knew she wanted to try. So she needed to get her rising anxiety under control. That tight little ball deep in her chest, which she normally caged tight, tried to escape.

Her heart began to pound harder, her lungs tight, making it hard to draw in air. If she didn’t bring this under control, she’d have a panic attack and that would be devastating. Because she didn’t want this to end. She wanted to spend the night with these two men and enjoy the hell out of it.

Shifting her focus from Ben back to Ian, she stared into his narrowed eyes. Ian watched her like a hawk so he had to see that she was fighting off nerves. But he didn’t say anything as she sucked in breath after breath until finally she felt steady enough to lift her hands to his chest.

Rock-solid muscle beneath warm skin anchored her back into the moment. Ian might look civilized in a suit and tie. He could actually pass for nonthreatening when he wanted.

But strip him down to the skin and the veneer fell away. He had scars, knife wounds and gunshot wounds and a few that looked like he’d been hit by shrapnel.

She wanted to kiss those scars, wanted to lick him from head to toe. She’d never wanted to do that to another man in her life. Especially not while she lay beneath him half naked.

“Tell me what you want, Dorrie.”

Ian’s voice stroked along her skin, raising goosebumps. And when he said her name, she wanted to purr and rub her nose along his neck.

“I want you to take the rest of your clothes off.”

Ian’s mouth quirked into a smile that calmed some of her nerves while managing to make her heart beat even faster.

“Do you wanna play doctor, Dr. Dorrie?”

The tease buried deep in Ian’s gruff tone startled a smile out of her. It was so much at odds with the man she thought she knew. The man she didn’t really know at all.

Her lips parted but she couldn’t think of anything to say. She could barely think straight much less come up with some flirty comeback.

Ben’s soft laugh made her blink.

“Damn, Ian. And you wanna know where I come up with shit? You need to brush up on your seduction skills.”

Ben’s laughter made her want to stretch like a cat while her thighs clenched against the ache building between them.

Ian continued to hold her gaze. “I don’t think I’m doing bad so far, am I, Dorrie?”

Swallowing, she got her tongue unstuck from the roof of her mouth. “No. But you don’t seem to be moving very fast either.”

Ian’s slow smile made her hands curl into the soft quilt. “Maybe I plan to take my time.”

“And if I don’t want you to?”

“Then…” He paused and shot a quick glance at Ben. “We’ll have to change your mind.”

She opened her mouth to say something else but Ian leaned forward and kissed her. And this time, he didn’t let her up for air any time soon.

Since he’d already gotten rid of her dress, she braced herself for him to strip off her bra and panties. But Ian seemed perfectly content for her to keep those scraps of fabric. Not that they covered much anyway.

But she’d never been much of an exhibitionist and—

Ian tilted his head to the side and deepened the kiss as he stretched out beside her and put one hand on her waist before sliding his palm up her bare midriff to her breasts.

When he squeezed one nipple between his thumb and forefinger, she moaned, her hips arching off the bed, needing more than Ian’s teasing touch.

Her desire churned inside her, needing an outlet.

She turned on her side, reaching for his shoulders, wanting to wrap her arms around him. But before she could, Ian rose up onto his knees, straddling her thighs, and grabbed her hands.

As she sucked in much needed air, he drew her hands over her head.

“Ben, make yourself useful.”

“Thought you’d never ask.”

The second Ben touched her, wrapping one hand around her wrists and the other cupping her chin, every nerve ending in her body fired off a warning to her brain. That confused alarm only shut off when Ben angled her face to the side and kissed her.

He tasted different than Ian, made her moan and writhe and try to loosen his grip on her. She couldn’t tell if she was trying to get away or pull him closer.

Ben wouldn’t allow either. He held her tight but not hard. She knew if she wanted to, she could get away.

She didn’t want to.

But when Ian grabbed her hips, she couldn’t help but try to wriggle free. It wasn’t in her nature to lie back and let something happen to her, even though she knew these men weren’t going to hurt her.

Ben seemed intent on drugging her with his kisses, making her fall into a haze of sexual desire.

Ian… She had no idea what Ian was doing because she couldn’t see him. She could only feel his hands on her hips as he held her down.

She could barely breathe when Ben finally released her mouth. But when he shifted away from her, she sucked in enough air to protest.

“No, don’t—”

“Hang tight, sweetheart.” Ben’s smile made it harder for her to breathe. “Just getting more comfortable.”

Somehow he maneuvered until he was spread out beside her, still holding her hands above her head and his mouth on her neck.

And Ian…

Ian’s hands swooped down her thighs then back up again, but this time on the inside, spreading her legs until he could kneel between them.

“Breathe, Dorrie.”

Ben’s voice in her ear made her suck in a quick gasp that only proved how out of breath she really was.

“Ian’s going to make you feel even better. Trust me. You trust me, don’t you, Dorrie?”

Her gaze connected with Ben’s. She feared if she looked down, she might actually freak out.

“I do, though I’m not sure I should.”

Ben’s smile and the glint in his eyes shouldn’t have had that effect on her, shouldn’t have made her feel so out of control.

Ben must have seen something in her eyes that made his narrow, but she managed to shake her head.

“Don’t let me go.”

His smile made her gut tighten, and when he leaned in to kiss her again, she tried to relax back into the bed, though she knew that wouldn’t happen.

“No danger of that.”

She wanted to say something else, but he kissed her again, harder this time, his hands tightening around her wrists as she felt the first brush of Ian’s stubbled chin against her thigh.

She jerked against their holds as fire flashed through her body. Her back arched, her breasts tight and achy as she sought more. More heat, more pressure.

Ben’s kiss was more playful, but his hold was just as tight as Ian’s had been. But now Ian’s hold loosened and she wanted to protest.

Until he put his mouth between her legs.

She moaned into Ben’s mouth as Ian sucked on her ultra-sensitive labia through her lace underwear. Already damp from her own desire, her panties clung to the plump lips as Ian used his tongue to make her even wetter.

The dual stimulation stole her last shred of control and she gave herself over to their desire.

Ian’s hands began to knead her thighs while his tongue continued to lap at her core, coaxing her body closer to breaking apart.

And Ben… He kissed her like he needed her to breathe.

Until that moment, she’d almost forgotten that Ben held her arms but now she needed her hands. Needed to touch them. Was dying to touch them.

But as hard as she tugged, Ben wouldn’t release her. The restraint ramped her frustrated need even higher. She could barely breathe, each new sensation stealing more air from her lungs until she had to break away from Ben’s kiss to gasp. Then Ben transferred his attention from her mouth to trail kisses down her throat, switching hands on her wrists so he could use the other on her breasts.

Ben’s kisses combined with Ian’s concentrated attention to her clit and she began to fight their hold. She didn’t want to get away. She only wanted to participate.

But her motions only made Ian and Ben push her harder.

“Let go, Dorrie.” Ben blew a cool stream of air across her nipple as he cupped her breast in his hand. “Don’t fight.”

She barely understood him, her body under a spell she couldn’t seem to break.