It was impossible to miss the little wet spot on the robe right where Luc’s finger had been. That little dot of moisture told him how completely wet Kimber had to be. The sight nearly brought him to his knees.
“Should I?” Luc’s hands tightened a bit more on the belt of Kimber’s robe.
Deke knew he was going to hell for this. “Yes.”
With a glittering smile of triumph and an erotic sweep of his hands, Luc brushed the fabric away from her body to hang on either side of his thighs. And Kimber was totally, stunningly naked.
Deke was barely able to do more than gape and feel the impact of her nude beauty all through his tight-strung body before Luc wrapped his hands around her thighs and gently pulled, spreading her legs wide. Kimber drew in another ragged breath as Deke took in the view of her pussy.
Juicy, swollen, ripe. Perfect.
She looked every inch a wanton goddess as Luc skimmed a fingertip up the inside of her leg and paused to rub the soft, musky skin where her thigh and torso joined. If Luc moved half an inch, he’d be touching wet flesh and soft reddish hair with nothing but wanton intentions between them.
Oh God…
Luc’s other hand meandered its way up the flat of her belly, up, up—slowly—
until he cupped one breast and flicked the taut nipple once more. Deke clenched his fists and tried to look away from the unfolding scene. Maybe if he turned away their in-his-face fondling would end. Lord knew, if he watched too much more, he’d join in.
Once he did…
No, he couldn’t think about the fact he’d get Kimber flat on her back, make sure she was seriously wet, and—
“Look at her,” Luc invited, his voice challenging. Deke swallowed. God, how could he do anything but stare
and ache to have her? How could he possibly look at anything except the woman he desired above all else. He wanted to shut his eyes to shut out the thought, but running from the truth wasn’t worth missing an instant of her, so abandoned and sensual. So fucking beautiful and brave. If she only knew the truth, she’d be terrified.
Tell her, the scared part of him prompted. She deserves to know why you can’t be with her this way.
“Are you looking?” Kimber teased, low, sultry.
Why were they taunting him, baiting the wild animal inside him? Tempting fate?
“You know I am.” He cleared his throat, but knew he’d still sound like he had a hundred rocks rattling around in his larynx.
Why can’t you have her? another part of him asked. What happened in the past, with Heather, wouldn’t happen again, right?
Likely not. Not for the world would Deke hurt Kimber intentionally. But what if he was cautious? Luc would be here, be responsible—hell, he’d insist on it…just in case.
Nice rationalization.
“Feel her,” Luc invited.
“Please,” Kimber breathed, spreading her thighs just a little wider. She glistened, wet and rosy and needy. Deke was in such a giving mood. Still, he couldn’t just pounce on her. He had a decision to make first: push her away…or crash into her life permanently. The thought of hurting her, fucking up everything in her world, tore fear through him.
The situation was like sitting on a case of live grenades. He had to do something, and he didn’t have much time to decide. Pushing her away again with hateful words, tearing at her tender feelings and spitting on them—it wasn’t an option.
Watching his words crush her once before had damn near killed him.
Clasping her to him with all the lust rushing inside, fueled by all his electrically charged feelings—Deke wanted nothing more. He felt that combination jacking up his system, like rocket fuel with a 180 proof chaser. Potent. Undeniable. He shouldn’t even think about her and the sizzling urge she incited. If he touched her—at all—his restraint wouldn’t just crumble, it would combust into a million little pieces.
But his chest lifted in harsh, aroused breaths. His palms itched with the urge to take Luc up on his invitation, despite knowing that once he touched her, he’d take her. It would be irrevocable.
“If you don’t touch her, you’ll miss out…”
And to remind him of exactly what he was missing out on, Luc inched the hand on Kimber’s thigh inward, tracing lazy patterns through her pussy before he slowly dipped inside. Deke watched her hungry body swallow his finger, and he couldn’t help but think that finger plunging deep, deeper into her wet heat could be his own.
With a moan, she rested the back of her head on Luc’s shoulder and arched. Deke watched his cousin penetrate her with one finger, slowly fucking her, before adding another and resuming the leisurely rhythm.
On his lap, Kimber writhed and thrust down. Luc answered by sliding the hand at her breast south to her hip, then to delve into her slick curls. He teased the tangle of nerves between those pretty, spread thighs without pause. Without mercy.
Light pressure, a few swirling circles with those long, sensitive fingers, and Kimber gasped, thrashed, flushed, mewled. Desire ratcheted inside Deke, coiling tight. He felt ready to launch, to explode.
God, she’d be fabulous to fuck. The thought of directing all that energy toward his cock, toward satisfaction, was so damn erotic. But it wasn’t just about getting off.
Giving pleasure to the woman he needed as much as his next breath, hell yes. That way, he could express all the foreign feelings coursing through him without a word…
Deke took another step toward them, edging into the kitchen.
Kimber, on the verge of orgasm, whimpered, gyrating her hips toward Luc’s caress. He kept her there like a maestro, expertly taking her to the precipice, then backing away whenever her body revved and fluttered. After a short respite, he’d return to inflame her anew.
Spellbound, he watched as Luc used his hands to bring her close, then deny her, once more…again and again and again. Ten minutes later, her whole body was tense, flushed. Even after a brief rest, the mere slide of a finger inside her depths, a brush of skin over her clit, and Kimber teetered again between heaven and hell.
Damn, this was killing him. Deke adjusted the hypersensitive length of his steel-hard cock in his jeans. Even that little touch made him groan.
Kimber’s eyes flashed open, dilated, hazel dominated by green, pleading. “Deke, touch me…”