Page 64 of Captured in Love
“Do you want to know what I would have done if I’d been in there with you?” I ask.
Her knees close, and I click my tongue.
“Keep them apart. You want pressure on your clit, don’t you?”
Nora nods, breathless. “Yes.”
“Not yet,” I order. “Now answer my question.”
For a second, I’m not sure she even remembers what I asked, but then she says, “Tell me.”
I take another sip of my coffee, set the cup down, and lean forward—to see her reaction better, to scent her skin. “I would have you lean your back against the wall,” I say quietly. “And I’d kneel in front of you. Hook your leg over my shoulder.”
Nora’s eyelids flutter, and her fingers go white where she’s clutching the armrests so tightly. “And then?”
“Then I’d fuck you with my fingers and eat you out until you screamed with pleasure,” I confide. “I’d bite down on your thigh and drink you up. And when you were coming, I’d give you my cock as well, and make you come again.”
The crass words tumble from me, a dark confession. I wanteverythingfrom Nora. I’m a selfish, dangerous monster, but I can’t stay away.
Nora’s hips roll, but she doesn’t close her legs. “Then what?” she pants.
Just as I’m about to pounce on her, the sheets rustle on the bed.
“Then I’d join you,” Levi says.
Twenty-Four
Nora
I jerk in surprise,then face Levi, who’s sitting up in bed, naked from the waist up.
“You’re awake!” I exclaim, then send a wild look to Raphaël. “He’s awake!”
He smiles at me, that sensuous, dark twist of his lips that never fails to get me hot.
“What are you going to do now?” he asks.
He’s giving me all the power. I could have him, or Levi, or both. The knowledge is intoxicating, and I shiver in anticipation. The bathrobe scratches against my oversensitive skin, so I tear at the knot at my waist, desperate to free myself from it. The fabric slips from my shoulders, and I swear Raphaël hisses at the sight of my body.
“Come here,” Levi says, his voice still rough from sleep. Or from the desire shining in his green eyes.
I rise from the armchair and offer Raphaël my hand. He takes it without hesitation and stands, and he’s suddenly looming over me, close enough that my naked breasts are only an inch from his perfectly pressed button-down. He takes my chin in his hand and kisses me deeply, his tongue tangling with mine, his teeth scraping over my lower lip.
I’m panting by the time he lifts his head and gives me a gentle nudge toward Levi. I face the bed and the man in it. He’s so godsdamned beautiful, my heart skips a beat at the sight of him. His piercings glint in the low light, and his lean body is packed with muscle, all tense as he waits for me to make my decision.
As if I could say anything but, “Yes.”
I crawl on the bed, and he reaches for me. Instinctively, I straddle his hips, wanting to get as close to him as possible. Levi kisses me, and I press myself to his warm skin. He palms my ass and squeezes, then moves his hands to the underside of my thighs, caressing me. Then he lies back down, taking me with him. I end up stretched out on top of him, and when the sheet slips to the side, I realize he’scompletelynaked, not even wearing his boxer briefs.
A laugh escapes me. “I see you’re ready for this.”
Humor sparks in his eyes. “I was born ready.”
The cheesy line has me giggling, and I feel his smile as he kisses me again. A rustle of clothes has us both looking up, though. Raphaël stands by the bed, stripped naked.
“Gods,” breathes Levi. “This is going to be incredible.”
Raphaël’s expression has my laughter drying up. The raw need in his eyes ignites a matching fire in my belly, and by the way Levi tightens his grip on me, I know he feels it, too.
