Page 80 of The Season
At first, I don’t think he’s going to answer, and then, it’s like something snaps in him. Like watching the moment an avalanche breaks through the tree line and rips down a mountainside, leaving only exposed rock and ice and the broken bones of pines in its wake.
“Putain de merde,” he mutters, his eyes darkening. “Mais, c’est trop…”
He releases his hold on my thighs, one hand flying up to grip my chin, the other reaching behind Liam’s head, tangling at the nape of his neck with enough force that Liam gives a muffled grunt of surprise. Or maybe pain? His hand is gentle where it cups my jaw though, fingers firm but soft.
“I was jealous of you both,” he hisses, his eyes darting from Liam to me, to Liam again. “Touching each other. Laughing together…” He looks back at me, some of the trembling rage giving way to silent apology. “I want you so much, Lily. I’m sorry. I have no right to be jealous. Not after all we talked about. But he’s… he’s…”
Antoine’s voice falters, his throat bobbing. His eyes fix on Liam. “C’est complètement fou, mais…I’ve thought about you almost every day since that night.”
Liam gives a pained sound, a shuddering breath, as if Antoine’s softly spoken admission is a physical blow.
I’m not sure who moves first.
Water sloshes over the edge of the hot tub, darkening the worn tiles. Bodies slide against my own, pressing me between them, until I can feel the sounds of their hunger vibrating through my skin.
All the while, Liam’s hands hold me tight, fingers stretching as if they have a mind of their own, skating over the top of my bikini, palms cupping my breasts. Antoine’s hand slips from my jaw to my throat, his thumb stroking my pulse point as he swallows up Liam’s hungry, desperate-sounding groans. Behind me, Liam rocks forward, and there is no mistaking the hard length pressing against the base of my spine.
I let out an open-mouthed whimper. Antoine and Liam pull apart with a sharp gasp, panting. Moisture lines Antoine’s dark lashes, kiss swollen lips tremble. Something within me constricts almost painfully.
“I… that was…” Antoine chokes out.
“I know.” Liam presses his lips to the side of my neck, the bridge of his nose rubbing my ear, breath hot on my skin.
“So you’re not…”
“Angry? No.” Liam’s voice is a low rumble. “Do you need me to kiss you again to prove it?”
“I kissed you.” The faintest of smiles quirks Antoine’s lips.
“Hmm.”
Liam’s fingers tease the fabric of my bikini, and I can feel my nipples straining beneath the fabric, hard against his palms. Antoine’s eyes dip, pupils dilating and lips parting at the sight of Liam’s hands on me.
“Does this make you jealous too?” Liam’s voice dances across the water, teeth nipping at my earlobe.
His fingers curl, effortlessly slipping the damp fabric to the sides, and I gasp, arching instinctively into his touch, shivering at the feel of cool air on my heated skin.
“Mon dieu…” Antoine bites his lower lip, gives a small shake of his head.
“Do you want him to taste you, Lily?” Liam rasps. “Do you want to feel his mouth on these gorgeous tits?”
I nod, a wordless whimper, vision going hazy as I stare at Antoine.
“Please,” I say, when Antoine’s eyes flick up to me in silent question. “Please.”
The hardness pressing against the base of my spine pulses, Liam’s fingers giving my nipples the faintest of teasing brushes before his hands slide down my sides to my hips, pulling me against him.
“Don’t make her beg, Antoine.” Thumbs draw spiraling circles on my stomach, fingertips brushing the waistband of my bikini bottoms. “Or should I do it for you?”
Antoine’s teeth flash in warning, hands gripping my thighs as his head dips, expression softening when lips find my peaking nipple, the faintest of sighs brushing against my skin. I arch against him, desperate for more.
“Lily…” Antoine’s breath is hot against my skin.
And then he’s drawing me in, sucking deep enough that I can feel fire racing through my veins, a spiraling need as thick as the steam coiling between us. Fingers tease my other nipple, tweaking and pulling it almost painfully—Liam’s hand, I realize, when Antoine’s strong hands pull my thighs wide.
Liam’s other hand dips beneath my swimsuit, and I let out a strangled cry, arching up, widening my legs even more when he presses against my swollen slit, sliding against the slickness, teasing my soaked entrance with the pads of his fingers.
“Ohmygod, ohmygod,” I chant, my head falling back on Liam’s shoulder. I don’t think I’ve ever needed to come so bad in my life. “Please. Please. Ohmygod.”
