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I can’t resist torturing you just a little bit more… Cord and Jane are sitting naked on a bed together where Bruno left them alone.
“So why’d you agree to come?”
She ducked her head. “I’m attracted to Bruno. He asked.” His soft sigh made her feel mean. “Not that you’re not handsome. I just never would have considered something like this.”
“And now that you have considered?”
“There really hasn’t been time to think about it. Bruno insisted I come now.”
“And you’re going to do what he asks? Anything he asks?”
Jane sucked her bottom lip between her teeth and felt heat sweep her face again. “Like I told him, I only have a couple of days left here. If I’d waited for things to take their natural course…” She shrugged, not feeling comfortable enough to admit the rest out loud, although he’d gotten the gist.
His gaze narrowed, but not in a mean way. He looked a little confused. “Do you think you would have changed your mind if you had time to reconsider?”
Knowing any prevarication at this point would be completely transparent, she drew a deeper, ragged breath. “Truth is,” she said softly, turning reluctantly to face him squarely. “Since the moment he suggested it, my body’s been so tight, so aroused, I can hardly breathe. I think you’ve noticed.” There, she’d said it. Told him as blatantly as she knew how much she wanted to have sex with them.
His eyes warmed, locking with hers. “I noticed. But you’re too tense.” Slowly, he lifted a hand and slipped it under her hair, sliding it around the back of her neck.
While he used the calloused pads of his fingers to knead her neck, his gaze raked her body, lingering on her breasts, which were tight and growing every bit as ripe with arousal as the folds that grew plump and damp between her legs.
When his gaze slid to her sex, she saw a fierce, predatory glint darken his silver-gray eyes, and suddenly it didn’t matter that outside this room he’d irritated her at every turn.
Here, seated naked at his side, her body didn’t care that her mind had already written him off—she’d trolled for his best friend. This man, however, radiated a raw sensuality that heated every inch of skin his glance touched.
As natural as if they’d done it a thousand times, she let her head fall back into his cupped palm and closed her eyes, surrendering.
He murmured something deliciously obscene and then bent toward her. His lips supped at hers, tugging the upper then the lower lip between his teeth. His tongue surged into her mouth and she suckled it, trying to draw it deeper while her thighs clenched and her arousal wet the bedding beneath her.
She didn’t demur when he slowly lowered her to the bed and continued the kiss, his upper body covering hers, heating her skin. Her nipples beaded, tangling in his chest hair—a sensation so erotic she gasped into his mouth.
When fingers slid between her clamped thighs, she didn’t resist the little nudge and opened, letting him slide fingers inside to cup the curve of an inner thigh.