Page 17 of Her Holiday Heartthrobs

His gaze darkens when he examines my face, and heat pools in my middle. Henry shifts, pulling my attention, and he’s giving me the same scrutiny. A literal ache between my thighs craves for one of them to touch me.

Then, the car lurches into motion, and my stomach drops.

I close my eyes, forcing myself to relax back and breathe through it. That initial heat builds uncomfortably, sweat gathering at the nape of my neck. So, new fun fact. I get carsick when I’m facing the wrong way. Apparently.

Swallowing past a lump in my throat, I whisper, “Does your driver know where to take me?”

“He does.” Henry’s low rumble makes me want to peek at him, but my body is swaying too much. Every muscle has turned to jelly, and all I can do is press my hands together over my stomach.

I grunt my acknowledgment.

“Oh, for Christ’s sake,” Jake mutters under his breath, and he reaches forward, grabbing me around the waist and pulling me between them. My stomach rolls as I’m pressed against themboth, but the worst of it tapers off now that I’m facing the right direction.

Jake’s arm is pinned behind me, his hand still cups me just below my ribs. I’m half on both of their laps, and when I try to shift, Jake’s grip tightens. “Relax.”

I want to bristle at that. I hate it when people tell me to relax, but I get it. It’s the only way to get my body under control. Nodding, I focus on my breath instead of the energy thrumming into me from these two men.

My right knee hangs over Henry’s, and I have déjà vu to that night we shared, especially when his hand gives it a squeeze and rests there. God, I’m threatening to overheat again but for an entirely new reason.

“Better?” Jake asks in my ear. His voice is low and seductive, almost breathy as his fingers convulse.

“Yes, sir.” My words are soft enough that I can hear his inhalation as much as I can feel his chest expand.

I suppress a shiver when that sigh fans over my exposed neck. God, I knew the teasing did more than make him bristle. Jake is tightly wound and highly controlled. Dominant. Although, I’m not sure how much.

And I swear, he nuzzles behind my ear before he retreats. My panties are goners. Thank God for my jacket because my nipples tightened painfully at the mere thought of being trapped between these two with much less on.

Nope. Old crushes seem to go the distance for me. The ones I had on these two are very much still intact. Worse even. If either of them makes a move right now, I will be way too receptive.

Shaking my head, I close my eyes against the overwhelming feeling. Their masculine scents mingling with the car’s leather. So many spots of heat from points of contact. The thrumming of the car that’s almost a vibration inside me. Every daydreamI’ve had of these two over the last decade spinning through my thoughts.

I must still be sick to my stomach. That’s the only explanation for the new wave of dizziness washing through me.

“Only a few more minutes,” Henry rumbles. His thumb draws small circles across the inside of my knee.

I bite back a moan and nod. I can make it.

I can.

Neither of them makes it easy. They don’t even have to do anything.

Fuck, I hate feeling out of my depth. The problem with this is that I tend to do stupid things when I’m out of my depth.

Relief drops what small guard I was able to put up, but it takes a moment for the door to open. Cold air wafts in, kissing my hot cheeks.

Henry’s hand squeezes my knee again before he slides out. Before I can force my legs into motion, he bends down and reaches back in for me, pulling me out much like Jake had relocated me earlier.

I barely resist batting his touch away because my knees are still weak and my footing wobbly.

“I’ve got you.”

I grunt, smashed into his chest as if I can’t stand. Which I really can’t. “Don’t say things you don’t mean.”

Henry’s gaze snaps to mine, unreadable but primal. After a heartbeat, he leans toward the car again without letting an inch of me go. “Grab her briefcase.”

We take two shaky steps to the side, and all I want to do is lean back against the car, but Henry’s grip won’t let me.

Jake emerges with my briefcase in hand. He peers at me, then up at my building. “We’ll escort you up.”

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