Part 6 (1/2)
”So I'll be your first?” She didn't know what devil made her tease them at such a time. Mel grinned, but Connor's laughter exploded out of him, as if the fact that he did laugh surprised him.
”I've got news for you, Emily Anne Bancroft. If we have our way, you'll be our first, our last...our only.” Connor's voice lowered on those last two words and Emily Anne s.h.i.+vered.
”I don't know that yet.” She'd had enough of lies in the past, enough of empty promises given in such circ.u.mstances that she had to be completely honest, even if it hurt them all. ”I don't know what this is or what it's going to become.”
”Oh, precious, we understand that.” Mel leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. ”So let's take this one day at a time, and see what we can make of us.”
He reached for the hem of her T-s.h.i.+rt, and she couldn't help the way her gaze dropped, nor the way she tensed slightly. Some things were just learned responses.
”Emily Anne.”
Mel's sharp tone had the effect of jerking her gaze back up to his.
”In time, what we're about to say to you will fit more comfortably for you, and hopefully you'll begin to believe it. For now, you're just going to have to take this on faith. Precious, we've got eyes and we see you just fine. And what we see, we want. Emily Anne Bancroft, you make us long for what we've never had. You turn us on.”
”Not only s.e.xually, angel eyes. Looking at you makes us want to move mountains and slay dragons, just to please you.”
”So lift your arms, sweet thing,” Mel said, ”and let us undress you and really get a good look at you.”
She could not doubt the sincerity in their voices, nor the fierce fire of truth in their eyes. When they looked at her the way they were looking at her right now, she felt beautiful.
For one moment the image of Summer Webster and her husbands came to mind. Those men had looked at Summer-a woman very much like Emily Anne, physically-as if she were the sun, the moon, and all the stars combined.
Ace and Kemp had looked at Summer the same way these men were looking at her.
A curious sensation stirred in the pit of her stomach, stirred and grew and felt very much like she'd just been set free from something that had quietly held her prisoner for a long, long time.
Emily Anne's lips slid into what felt like a sultry smile. And then, gracefully, she lifted her arms.
Chapter 7.
Cool air kissed her flesh as Mel lifted her cotton T-s.h.i.+rt up and over her head. They'd seen and touched and suckled her b.r.e.a.s.t.s the night they'd gone parking, but she'd been able to hide her discomfort at the possibility of being seen in the darkness of the night, content that the shadows had concealed not only her embarra.s.sment but her body, too.
The sun hadn't even gone down yet, and while the lace curtains that spanned the thin rod over the window filtered the afternoon light, there were no shadows, this time, in which to hide.
Mel sucked in a breath when he got a look at her bra-or, more precisely, the way her b.r.e.a.s.t.s fairly pushed out of her bra.
He used a finger to trace the edge of the lace at the top of the garment. The light caress made her nipples pucker.
”Sweet.” Connor's one-word compliment brushed the sh.e.l.l of her ear. Her s.h.i.+ver was completely involuntary. The solid wall of muscle that was Connor Talbot braced her back and the heat from Mel Richardson standing so close to her front became a wondrous kind of reality, something she'd never imagined for herself, not until these two men had told her they were both interested in her.
”Mm, you are sweet. But this covering has got to go.” Mel leaned down and placed two gentle kisses on her, one at the top of each breast. ”This pretty bra doesn't have that handy front opening the other one had.”
”I've got it.” Connor's deep voice reverberated in her stomach, a s.e.xy ba.s.so rumble that tickled and teased her c.l.i.t.
She felt the brush of his fingers on her back, and then the tension of the bra released. Before she could blink, Mel drew the lace off her, and dropped it on the floor on top of her discarded s.h.i.+rt.
Connor watched over her shoulder as Mel cupped her b.r.e.a.s.t.s in his hands. Her nipples hardened into tight little buds when he rubbed his thumbs over them.
”You have got the prettiest, softest b.r.e.a.s.t.s. They're lovely, lush and mmm, very lickable.” He bent over her to demonstrate that last quality.
Emily Anne sighed and let her head fall back against Connor's chest. s.h.i.+vers swept her from the pleasure of having her b.r.e.a.s.t.s held and her nipples licked. The other night she'd wondered if it had been an aberration, her reaction to this kind of foreplay. But this was twice, now. Mel's gentle touch proved to her that she could get pleasure from this part of her body, after all.
”You taste so d.a.m.n good, woman.” Mel lifted his head and met her gaze. ”I can't wait until I can taste all of you.”
She understood what he meant. They'd mentioned it before, where they intended to put their mouths on her. Her cheeks heated, her fair complexion betraying her once again. Then she focused on his gaze and the emotions so open to her. She couldn't deny the pa.s.sion or the truth she saw on his face.
”I bet she tastes sweeter than anything. She smells sweeter than anything.” Connor nuzzled the side of her neck and kissed the sh.e.l.l of her ear. He inhaled deeply. ”I can smell your arousal, angel eyes. You make me so d.a.m.n hard. I feel like I've wanted you forever.”
”The two of you make me feel beautiful and desirable. You make me feel s.e.xy, when I never felt any of those things before.”
”You're all of those things, baby, and more. Let us show you.” Mel leaned forward and laid his lips on hers.
Emily Anne's eyes drifted shut. He kissed her with such sweet pa.s.sion that she nearly wept from the beauty of it. His tongue, firm and determined, explored her mouth and coaxed her tongue into a slow and sultry dance.
One hand cupped her cheek as Mel continued to woo her with his lips. She leaned into him, her mouth open wide for him, her body and spirit both ready and willing to accept anything he offered, to give anything he asked.
Connor's hands stroked down her arms, then around to her front. His thumbs brushed the underside of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s before his hands slid down. She felt his fingers settle on the snap to her jeans and she sighed into Mel's kiss when Connor opened that snap, and slid the zipper down.
Connor kissed a trail down her back, his lips following the trail of the jeans and panties his hands pushed down her body. He placed a string of kisses across her bottom. He paused just long enough to lift each foot so that he could slip off her sneakers and socks. Then he pushed the clothing off her, tossing it out of the way.
When he rose to his feet again she was completely naked and quivering with need.
Mel released her lips and Connor tilted her head up and back and mated his mouth to hers.
One man's lips and tongue seduced hers while another man's hands caressed and petted her, and Emily Anne felt everything inside her begin to melt. Her nipples peaked, impossibly tight, awakening an invisible connection she'd never guessed existed between those pebbled points and her c.l.i.t.
Mel fastened his mouth on her nipple and sucked. She couldn't hold back her tiny groan of pleasure, neither could she stop her hips from giving a seductive roll, her body's way of begging for more.
”You're so hot and spicy.” Mel placed little kisses over her b.r.e.a.s.t.s.
Connor lifted his mouth from hers. ”Hot and spicy, yes. Are you juicy, too, sweetheart?”
”Why don't we see?” Mel held her gaze as he slid one hand down her body, a slow and sultry slide that would bring him to her c.u.n.t.
Lord have mercy, my p.u.s.s.y lips are trembling in excitement for him!
Mel slid his hand over her slit, and then rubbed back and forth as he let his fingertips penetrate her just a little. He sucked in a breath and then whispered, ”Baby, you're so hot and wet for us.”
Connor placed little b.u.t.terfly kisses on her neck and shoulder. Emily Anne closed her eyes in reaction to the seductive thrill that gave her. Then she opened her eyes and looked at Mel just as he lifted his fingers to his mouth and sucked on them. He closed his eyes as if what he tasted was the purest, most intoxicating treat, ever.
Emily Anne's heart began to pound in her chest at the same time that an army of b.u.t.terflies fluttered in her belly. She licked her bottom lip and wondered how much longer her legs would hold her.
”Precious, you're sopping wet. You're ready for us, aren't you? You want us.”
”Yes.” In fact she thought she might just die on the spot if somebody didn't do something soon. ”Yes, I want you both. Please don't make me wait much longer.”