Page 25 of Four on the Floor: A Menage Romance

“I’m hogging it because it’smine,” I tease right back. He walks over to me, his steps casual and powerful at the same time. He’s wearing a thin sweater over a t-shirt, but I can still see his muscles through it and the sight makes my mouth water.

“Plus, there’s a whole library here for you to choose from,” I say, pointing at the shelf full of leather-bound books.

Now he’s right behind me and I’m tilting my head back to look at him, upside-down. He leans over, one hand on either side of my head, that one eyebrow still up.

“I do prefer dragons toThe Rise and Fall of the Roman Empire,” he says, deadpanning in a low, sultry voice. “I like action.”

His eyes move down my body, and I swear they leave a trail of fire behind them, like he’s scorching me. Dalton hasn’t even touched me yet and I’m already burning for him, my heart hammering and my mouth dry.

“Me too,” I whisper, holding my book in a death grip out of sheer nervousness.

He leans down. His face is even closer, and I let my eyes drift shut, praying to every god up there that he kisses me.

He does.

It’s gentle at first, probing, but within seconds it builds to fevered and needy, his mouth working against mine, tasting me, demanding more. He pulls away, taking my bottom lip between his teeth as he does, and I gasp with anticipation.

I’ve dropped the book, my hands now around the back of his neck, my nose against his chin because he’s still upside down. Slowly he kisses my neck, my throat, my collarbone.

“Larkin,” he murmurs. “Are you going to turn me down again?”

I swallow hard, still panting for breath.

“No,” I say, his lips still against me. “But…”

Tell him.

You have to tell him about Cash, right?

Even though I get the feeling it’s going to be no big deal…

“But?” he asks, his voice buzzing against my skin.

“But I had, um, athingwith Cash in the laundry room and I don’t know if that makes this weird, or…”

He’s laughing, soft puffs of warm air against my throat.

“I know,” he says. “I heard you. I thinkeveryoneheard you, Larkin. Sounded like a good time.”

Oh.

Wait, they all know?

This just got so much weirder.

“I don’t see what bearing that has on the things I’m about to do to you,” he goes on, his lips moving lower on my body, his hands skimming over my shoulders. I’m also wearing a sweater, but when his palms pass over my breasts, I shiver so hard my nipples instantly stand at attention.

“What are you going to do?” I ask, my voice breathy, even though I’ve got a pretty good idea already.

Dalton pinches both my nipples through two layers of clothing, and I gasp, my back arching.

“I’m going to make sure everyone hears whatwe’redoing in here,” he growls, a smile in his voice. “I’ve always been just the tiniest bit competitive.”

With that, he moves around me and sinks onto the couch, pulling me on top of him so I’m straddling his thick frame. Instantly we’re kissing again, his hands under the layers of clothing I’m wearing, warm and strong and rough. It’s almost all I can do to hold on to him against the feeling that I’m being swept away.

He kisses me softly, then roughly, then softly, his fingers firm against my backbone. In a flash he’s undone my bra and he’s lifting it over my breasts, the fabric of my shirt brushing against my nipples and raising goosebumps everywhere.

Dalton pulls me up until I’m on my knees, my chest exposed but my shirt still on, and lowers his lips to one nipple. He sucks and teases at it, keeping me upright with his strong arms around my back.

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