Zora let out a little squeak when Gavin moved behind her, pushed her blonde locks aside and began to gently lay kisses on the back of her neck. “So beautiful,” he murmured.
She shivered in reaction, seeming unsure what to do next. Heath raised his head to study the expression on her lovely face. Her lips were swollen and her eyes were glazed with lust. “This feels right, doesn’t it? Go ahead and admit it.” Heath cupped a breast in his hand and gave it a light squeeze.
“Th-this is so depraved. It’s not right,” Zora whispered.
“Who are you trying to convince?” Gavin asked as he continued to graze her skin with his lips. “Us or yourself?”
Heath cupped her other breast, squeezing it and rubbing the hardened tip through her top. “You’re still fighting this when nothing has probably ever felt more right in your life. See how perfectly you fit in our arms? You’re made for us,” he said before lowering his mouth again.
Her only response was a slight whimper when their lips met again. Heath controlled the kiss, demanding and taking, tasting and conquering. This time however, Zora pushed her tongue forward to meet his, tentatively tasting him as well. He broke the kiss to bump his nose with hers. “That’s it, baby, give in to what your body and heart are telling you. They never lie.”
She threw her arms around Heath’s neck while Gavin pressed into her backside, giving her kisses on any exposed skin he could get his lips on. Zora’s tongue circled Heath’s until they were dueling and enjoying the taste of each other.
A roar rent the room. “What the hell is going on here?”
Heath reluctantly lifted his head to see an angry Logan had entered the room.