Page 39 of Nest Of Lies

How can Ianto really be touching me right now?

Ever so slowly, he inches higher until his fingers graze my under boob again, I wait for his retreat. I pant, my chest heaving as I try to strangle the whine that is deep in my throat.

“Please,” I moan.

His hands cup my breasts, and I burst into flames. Heat licks my insides, and a powerful clenching in my stomach leaves me feeling both achy and empty at the same time.

His thumbs glide over my nipples, strumming the hard nubs until I’m almost beside myself.

“Has anyone touched you here, Lia?”

I shake my head. “No. Never.”

Ianto hisses, a masculine sound of pure satisfaction.

He pulls my top up, and we both watch him roll my nipples. A sweet smell fills the air, and I watch his nostrils flare.

Ianto’s eyes rise and meet mine. Fire, that’s what we are. We’re fire. He drops suddenly and licks over the tip of my nipple. The streak of hot pleasure is completely unexpected and tears a deep, embarrassing moan from me. I grip his head as he sucks the peak into his mouth. Each tug has a corresponding throb between my legs. I squirm and lean back, giving him more room, as I pant and murmur his name over and over.

“Ianto!”

He lets go and jumps about three feet back from me. I blink and pull my top down, but when I spot his expression, I go still.

He looks feral. Ianto normally always looks in control. He normally is unflappable. But right now, he looks hungry, he looks disturbed; he looks pained.

“Fuck!” Ianto whispers and licks his lips. “Fuck, Lia.”

“IANTO!” The call comes from the back of the house, and I hate whoever it is.

“In here!” he shouts and grabs me, sliding me to the floor. “Check your biscuits, love.”

I glance at him, frustrated and aching.

Valen walks in and pauses, sniffing the air. “What is that delicious scent?”

I hold up a tray of biscuits. He comes closer and looks at me for a long moment. “It’s not the biscuits.”

I turn away, confused and embarrassed.

“Lia, you look completely edible this morning.”

A tremor goes through me as his words fire up the bonfire of need inside me again. I pause and lean against the bench, my eyes falling closed. Rain? It’s not supposed to rain.

“What was that, Lia?”

I blink my eyes open and peer up at Valen. “I was just, you smell like rain.”

Ianto whips around, staring at me with his mouth parted. “You can smell rain around Valen?”

I nod my head and put some biscuits on a plate. I’m confused and embarrassed, and my underwear is uncomfortably wet. Valen’s hands travel up my spine, and I shiver. But the unease disappears when his hands are on me. The minute his hands slip from my body, the anxiety returns. I just want to get out of here, get a minute to get used to these new feelings inside me.

I bolt for the panic room with a plate of biscuits.

Ranger is sitting up, shirtless.

I pause, looking him over. I wish I could say I was looking at all his bruises, but that’s a lie. The expanse of hard chest muscles and his tiny nipples have been a daily source of torment for me. I want to lean over and lick his skin. I want to taste him so badly I wake up in a hot sweat and twisted sheets from dreaming about it.

His face lights up when he sees me. I hand him the plate and sit down beside him.

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