“Please.” The word slipped out, sounding more like a whimper.
She barely got it out before Javier jerked her around, tunneled his fingers through her hair, and pulled. He slanted his lips over hers and seized her mouth in a hungry kiss. London sank into his embrace, opening to him completely. She couldn’t do it quickly enough to ease the ache growing inside her. Every inch of her mouth he dominated only made her want to give him more. Javier took greedily, then seized more, devastating and demanding. She whimpered and threw her arms around him, digging her fingertips into his shoulders to hold on as she felt sanity slipping.
But Javier broke the kiss for a moment, his lips hovering over hers. She blinked up at him. He stared into her eyes like he wanted to own her. Any resistance she had left melted.
Finally, he reached for the hem of her T-shirt and began easing it up. Fireworks burst inside her as she lifted her arms, ready to give him everything.
But as she leaned in to kiss his shoulder, she saw Xander standing in the doorway, dangling a black leather backpack from his hand, dressed in nothing but a towel, and watching them with a hunger that made her burn.
Chapter Eleven
LONDON gasped and stiffened in his arms. Javier eased back to see shock blanch her face stark white. What the hell?
He whirled around and found his brother watching them. Guilt smacked him, stinging through his entire body like a bitch. Damn it. He should have kept his distance. London worked for him and was involved with his brother. But those two very good reasons hadn’t stopped his cock from taking over his brain and urging him to seduce her so he could devour all her sweetness for himself.
“Xander, I . . .” What the hell could he say that wasn’t obvious? He wanted London. He was desperate for her warmth, for her caring. And those goddamn lush breasts taunted him beyond sanity.
“I’m sorry. Really. You must think the worst of me,” she blurted out, shrinking back.
Xander shook his head and dropped the backpack in his grasp at his feet, leaning against the wall, his expression unreadable. “No, I think you look sexy. Carry on.”
Javier frowned. He didn’t want to let London go, but . . . “Don’t you consider her yours? Weren’t you warning me away from her just yesterday?”
“She’s still mine. Kiss her again.” Xander sent him a sly smile, wearing nothing but a towel tented by his stiff cock.
Little brother was turned on by watching them? It seemed so, but did that mean he wouldn’t kill him with whatever weapon he had stashed in that backpack?
A glance at London’s face told Javier that she was every bit as confused as he was. A little befuddlement wasn’t going to stop him. He had his brother’s blessing—for whatever reason—and he craved another taste of this woman. Just one more. Then maybe he could work through this hunger or sate it somehow. It would be so much easier if he didn’t need her quite so much.
Cradling her face in his hands, Javier slanted his lips over hers once more. Falling into her mouth was like drowning in warm, sweet honey. Her flavor lured him deeper. She didn’t kiss with a lot of expertise. It fit, given that she was a virgin. Except . . . why hadn’t Xander rectified that yet? His brother wanted her far more than he wanted his average bimbo.
That question dissipated under the dazzling onslaught of London’s natural sensuality. She swayed in his arms and curled her tongue shyly around his. Jesus, his cock hardened to a stiffness beyond painful, and he felt every one of the fifteen months since he’d last had sex. She flowed around him, her body soft and lovely, molding against him. He wanted her naked, on the bed, legs spread. Fuck, he’d love to tie her down and have her at his absolute mercy.
For now, Javier simply drew her closer, wrapping his arms around her and dragging every inch of her flush against him. She wasn’t his to fuck, and he knew it, but maybe he could leave an impression on her. Brand her somehow. At least memorize her taste.
Suddenly, a shadow fell across his face. Javier opened his eyes to see Xander standing behind London, tugging one sleeve of her shirt down to expose a pale shoulder. His lips made a slow journey from the delicate cap up to her neck before he began to nibble on her ear.
“That’s it, belleza,” Xander whispered. “Kiss him. Yes, with all the passion I know you have. Show him how much you want him, how much you care. You look gorgeous taking your pleasure. You’re driving us both insane with need.”
Shock swirled through Javier—but not enough to make him lift his lips from London’s. There probably wasn’t a force on earth that would make him willing to do that right now. He wondered what the hell his brother was up to, then decided he didn’t give a fuck. He was going to take as much from this girl as they would both let him. It was wretchedly selfish, and Javier knew it. But she was the first good thing that had happened to him in years. He was going to indulge his growing need for her until Xander yanked him away, beat the hell out of him, and tossed him out on his ass.
But what stunned him even more was the desire that sweltered hotter every time he watched Xander’s lips trail over London’s silky soft skin. The sight of her trembling between the two of them made his dick even harder, made some beast in him that wanted to ravage her roar with impatience. Had he ever been this aroused?
Never.
Javier eased back for a moment to watch his brother’s lips move across London’s soft skin again. His breathing turned so hard it lifted his chest and resounded in his ears.
“Don’t stop what you’re doing,” Xander insisted, hazel eyes twinkling.
Suddenly, he got it. Xander was getting off watching him touch London as much as he liked seeing his brother touch her.
The realization detonated in his head like a bomb. Javier was slow to recover, as the aftermath left him reeling with possibilities. How much would Xander let him have of her? Could he get her nipples in his mouth? Could he persuade Xander to let the sweet girl suck his cock? Or could he actually pray for the Holy Grail and hope that he had the chance to fuck her?
As quickly as the desire tore through him, he looked at London, studied her face—her closed eyes, her flushed cheeks, her lips parted on a silent gasp. She was a stunning picture of passion he’d never forget.
“Do you like having both of us touch you, London?” Javier had to know, ached to hear her admit it. He’d never shared a woman with anyone. He had no doubt Xander had, but if London wanted this experience, there was no way he would let her leave this room before they thoroughly ravaged her.
“You see, that’s London’s little secret, brother. She wants us both. She confessed to me a few minutes ago in the kitchen.”
Surprise rippled through Javier again. The morning had been full of them, but he wasn’t going to let shock interfere. He resolved to keep rolling through every new revelation as long as it kept him near London and touching her.
But he had to hear that from her lush, swollen lips.