Makeup?
No. It’d just get smudged…later.
Now, she just had to leave the bedroom.
Come on, Annabelle. You want this.
Yeah, she really did. After a deep breath, she opened the door and walked out.
Dinner was surprisingly laid back. Not nearly as awkward as Annabelle had thought it’d be.
The sexual tension…Now that was off the chart. She swore she felt it rubbing against her skin, keeping her in a constant state of arousal.
Yet, as the night went on, the more relaxed she was. The more confident she became.
She felt feminine and sexy. Desired by two of the most handsome men she’d ever known.
The guys had kept up most of the conversation, talking about property values and tax rates, though they listened intently whenever she had anything to say.
Which wasn’t often because she was fascinated by the interplay between them. They obviously knew each other well and their masculine ribbing made her hot.
When Dane smiled, she was struck by the man’s sheer beauty. Then her gaze shifted to Jared and a whole different set of feelings hit her. She wanted to melt under Jared’s steady gaze.
And the lust she’d kept banked through dinner made a roaring comeback.
She made no attempt to hide it from Jared and knew he’d gotten the message when he started to smile.
“I think we’ve had enough shop talk for the night,” Jared said to Dane, never looking away from her.
At this particular moment, she cared about nothing other than what pleasure these two men were going to give her.
“Belle…” Jared didn’t move, and instead let her name hang between them.
“Yes.”
Absolutely yes. She was sick of waiting.
Jared took her at her word.
He stood and she let her gaze travel the length of him as he did. She knew the body hidden by his tight T-shirt and faded jeans. She’d explored every inch of it and couldn’t wait to again. And tonight there’d be another…
She didn’t know how she was going to get her brain to function on any level as Jared reached for her hands to draw her to her feet. She had no time to think as Jared bent over her and kissed her.
And this was no light, teasing touch. This was flat-out arousal.
Her breath caught in her chest at the heat that drenched her as his lips ravaged hers. His tongue swept into her mouth and claimed hers, exploring, tantalizing, while his hands reached unerringly for her breasts.
He molded them in his palms, rubbing his thumbs over the sensitive tips and making her arch her back. She pressed herself further into his palms as her arms circled his shoulders.
Her fingers sliding into his hair, she tilted her head, deepening the kiss. As she tried to breathe, his scent hit her low in the gut, making her thighs clench.
Her blood heated and her sex moistened. A deep-seated craving built until she thought she’d have to beg Jared to hurry.
But Jared had no intention of cooperating. He kissed her with a slow, languid ease that only inflamed her that much more. Even his hands refused to move any faster.
She moaned, but the sound was cut off when Dane put his mouth on her neck.
Her body stilled as Dane’s hands gripped her around the waist then slid upward, under her shirt and against her bare skin.
She drew in a deep breath through her nose because Jared continued to kiss her, refused to release her.
Submerged in sensation, she didn’t want to swim out of it.
Synapses popped and fired and pleasure ran through her like adrenaline.
Dane’s hands spread across her stomach as he moved closer to her back, close enough to feel his heat soak into her, just as Jared’s warmth blasted her from the front. She felt cocooned between them and knew if her knees gave out now, she’d never hit the floor. These men would catch her.
She gave herself completely over to the pleasure at that moment.
And the men must have sensed it because the vibe changed.
Jared’s mouth became more demanding and Dane’s hands worked to open the button on her jeans.
Behind her, she felt Dane move and realized he’d gone to his knees behind her, his hands pulling her jeans down her legs. Cooler air brushed her barely covered ass cheeks as Dane lifted her left foot then her right to take off her jeans.
She bucked against Jared as Dane’s hands cupped her ass, petting her before sliding between her thighs.
“Damn, Jed, I think I’m gonna leave the panties on. Just looking at them might get me off.”
She shuddered at the lust in Dane’s voice, and Jared finally broke their kiss to stare down at her. Into her eyes first then down further to take in her undies. “Do those match the bra, sweetheart?”
She wanted to smile seductively up at him but could only stare at him in pleasure-dazed lethargy. “Of course.”
Jared’s smile hardened. “Then you’re leaving them both on.”
Her sex tightened and she thought she might’ve come just from the sound of his voice and the feel of another man’s hands stroking her skin.
“Lift your arms, Belle.”
She automatically obeyed Jared, stretching her arms up so he could pull her T-shirt over her head.
She felt no awkwardness standing in front of them nearly naked while they were fully dressed. It was decadent, like one of her paintings come to life.
Jared dropped her shirt and let his gaze roam over her. Her lips puffy from his kiss. Her breasts nearly falling out of her bra as she tried to catch her breath. Then Dane’s hands brushed against the satin covering her mound.
She hissed in a breath as his fingers traced over her clit but never settled to stroke her like she needed.
And she cried out when Dane brushed his lips against a fleshy part of her posterior and bit down.
“That’s right, sweetheart,” Jared rasped in her ear as he bent toward her, his own mouth capturing her earlobe and nipping. “We want to hear you.”
Hell, if Dane continued to move his hands like that, the entire town would be able to hear her.
“I want you to touch me.”
“Tell us where, sweetheart,” Jared breathed against her cheek. “I want to hear you say it.”
“My nipples, Jared. Tweak them. And I want Dane to finger my clit.”
Jared’s hands moved to cup her breasts, his fingers brushing against her nipples. His light touch made her sex tighten and moisture spill. Dane had to be able to feel the wetness against his fingers as he continued to stroke between her legs, conveniently avoiding her clit.
“More.” She needed more.
“You’ll get it, Belle. We’ve got all night. Don’t want to wear you out right away.”
She hadn’t realized she’d spoken, she was so caught up in the wild and wonderful sensation of having two men touch her at the same time.
“I’m going to hold you to that,” she said.
“There’s two of us and only one of you, hon.” Dane’s voice held an edge of amusement. “I think we may have the advantage there.”
“Then be men,” she said, “and take advantage.”
In the next second, she was gasping as Jared swung her into his arms and headed straight for her bedroom.
The hard edge of anticipation rode her as Jared laid her out on her bed and stripped off his clothes in seconds. He followed her down and covered her body with his. He took her lips again as he played his hands over her body, touching, stroking. Everywhere he touched, she burned.
She writhed against his hard body, wanting more skin-to-skin contact. Her thighs rubbed against his, spreading willingly as his knees worked between them. The heated silk of his erection pressed against her mound and she arched closer, trying to get him to give her what she wanted.