Page 14 of Gilded Whispers

I sense a sin against my better judgment about to happen.

And yet, my heart, no, my whole body wants to fall into every word he utters. His voice is husky and down right sinful enough to drop my panties right here in the elevator.

I do as he gruffly commands, but I don't get to keep any of the air because the sexy stranger steals my breath away with the fierceness with which he claims my mouth. I don’t get a chance to say no or stop this before it lands me in trouble. This man is like a steamroller and I kind of like how he takes what he wants when it feels this good. I can psychoanalyze the hell out of that some other time. Right now, his mouth feels like what I need after my disastrous night.

His friend comes in on my left and he catches another tear from my other cheek like they are some kind of currency that buys them a kiss. He holds it up and I look on as he lifts it to his lips and licks it from the tip.

That shouldn’t be sexy, but the way his mouth moves draws my eye.

“I need to be going,” I hear myself say. It’s the rule follower in me talking. The one that doesn’t want to step out of line because when I do, I get hurt.

Deep groans come from the two at my sides. “Stay with us. Just for tonight,” says the one with blue eyes and tastes like a one-night stand is nothing to be ashamed of.

He takes my hand and winds my arms around his neck. Hands settle over my hips on the other side.

Amber eyes.

God, he smells like a wild night of lust.

My attention roams to the one in the middle. His jawline is clean-shaven. Angular. Perfect for kissing and running my tongue over.

He’s control and chaos all in one. I sense the shift in energy when he steps in close and eliminates the last bit of unfilled personal space between us. He towers over me and with him he brings an aura of power only a sinner carries.

“I need to get home.” My lips move with more nonsense. Why, I have not a freaking clue. It’s scary how easy and good it feels to let these men touch me so freely. Shouldn’t I slap their hands away? Isn’t that the rational, safe thing to do?

But my body betrays me and the rush of adrenaline spiking my blood causes my nipples to harden into tight peaks. And all three notice.

Past trauma makes me want to throw my arms over my chest and hide my arousal.

No one could want someone as dirty as you.

Heat creeps into my face. For a second I feel a wave of embarrassment at the blush hitting my cheeks.

Fingers curl around the tip of my chin and my face lifts. “Say yes, for us. Please.” The one in the middle lowers his lips to mine. His kiss is soft, promising and utterly tender to the point I forget to breathe.

When my lungs work again, it’s his scent that fills them.

“Who hurt you, beautiful flower? Who put that fear in your expression and the tears in your eyes? You can tell us.”

The one with amber eyes leans in and presses kisses to the fallen cherry blossoms over my left shoulder as his friend quietly waits for an answer to his question.

I look to my right. Blue eyes meet mine. He wants to know, too.

I give a slight shake of my head and hold my clutch to me like a shield. “No one that matters to me anymore.”

All three give a rough exhale. The one in the middle says, “The quiver I hear in your voice and the fear sparkling in your pretty eyes says otherwise.”

I draw my gaze up and then a little higher to meet his. He stands a good half a foot higher so I have to raise my chin for us to make eye contact. “Do you always want to play the saving knight to wounded women you’ve only just met?” I ask, not expecting a genuine answer.

His lips peel back to show a captivating smile that reveals a small peek at the subdued aura of lethal power tucked out of sight under the polished veneer all three show to the world.

“Only for you. No one else matters right now.”

Smooth. “Yeah, right, Charmer.” I drop my gaze, but he’s not having it. His fingers find the edge of my chin. He lifts and I don’t fight his silent request.

“Never doubt my words. Ever,” he whispers in a dark tone that matches the depth of his deep brown eyes.

Calluses skim over my skin. His hands slide up my thighs and his lips find the pulse point just below my ear. My head falls back, but instead of thudding against the metal door of the elevator, there’s a hand there to cushion me from getting hurt.

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