Page 27 of Knot Sharing the Ice

She nods, some of the tension leaving her body. "Okay," she says. "I trust you."

Those three little words hit me like a punch to the gut. After everything she's clearly been through, even though she barely knows us and we definitely didn't get off to a great start, she's willing to trust us with this. I swear to myself in that moment that I will never, ever give her reason to regret that trust.

"Can I..." Ember starts, then hesitates. "Can I touch you?"

"Fuck yes," Jayce breathes, earning him an elbow in the ribs from Mason.

I chuckle, pressing another soft kiss to her lips. "You can touch us however you want, wherever you want, and whenever you want," I assure her. "We're all yours."

She smiles then, a real smile that lights up her whole face.

My breath catches in my throat at the sight.

God, she's beautiful.

Slowly, almost reverently, Ember reaches out to touch my chest. Her fingers trace the lines of my muscles, exploring with a curiosity that makes my skin tingle. I stay perfectly still, letting her set the pace.

Her other hand finds Mason's arm, stroking along the defined bicep. Behind her, Adder presses a kiss to her shoulder, while Jayce nuzzles against her hip.

The air grows thick with the scent of arousal—hers and ours mingling into a heady perfume. I can see the flush spreading across Ember's skin, feel the way her breathing quickens.

"Carter," she whispers, and the sound of my name on her lips sends a jolt of electricity down my spine. "Kiss me again?"

I don't need to be asked twice.

I capture her lips with mine, pouring every ounce of passion and tenderness I possess into the kiss.

She responds eagerly, her fingers tangling in my hair as she pulls me closer.

When we break apart, both panting, I rest my forehead against hers. "We've got you," I murmur. "We're going to take such good care of you, Ember."

She nods, a small whimper escaping her as another wave of heat washes over her. "Please," she says, her voice thick with need. "I need..."

"Tell us," Adder encourages, his hands skimming along her sides. "What do you need, sweetheart?"

Ember takes a shaky breath, her eyes meeting mine with a mixture of vulnerability and determination.

"I need you," she says. "All of you."

I capture her lips again, pouring all my longing, all my desire into the kiss. Her mouth opens under mine, and I taste herproperly for the first time. Sweet, like cotton candy, but with an underlying heat that makes my head spin. I could get drunk on this taste alone.

My hands roam over her body, tracing the curves hidden beneath Adder's oversized shirt. I want to tear it off, to see every inch of her, but I force myself to go slow.

To savor this moment.

Ember arches into my touch, a soft moan escaping her. The sound goes straight to my cock, already hard and straining against my boxers. I pull back, panting, and see the same desperate need reflected in her eyes.

"Can I?" I ask, tugging gently at the hem of her shirt. She nods, lifting her arms to help me remove it.

The sight of her naked body steals my breath away. She's beautiful, all soft curves and toned muscle. Her breasts are perfect, topped with dusky pink nipples that beg for attention.

I want to map every inch of her with my hands, my mouth, my tongue.

But I'm not the only one who wants to worship her. Adder's hands slide up her sides, cupping her breasts from behind. Mason leans in to capture one nipple in his mouth, while Jayce focuses his attention on the other. Ember gasps, her head falling back against Adder's shoulder as pleasure overwhelms her.

I trail kisses down Ember's soft skin, savoring her sweetness. My hands caress her thighs as I settle between them, gently nudging them apart. She shivers in anticipation, her scent growing even stronger. I glance up, meeting her eyes, silently asking permission. She nods, biting her lip.

Adder cradles her head, capturing her lips in a deep kiss as I lower my mouth to her center. The first swipe of my tongue has us both groaning. She tastes even better than I imagined—sweet and musky and purely Ember. I lap at her eagerly, tracing patterns over her sensitive flesh.

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