“Mirth is obviously more than capable —”
“Doesn’t change the fear,” Christoph says.
I lean a little closer to Elias, brushing against his arm. “I’m sorry if I —”
Elias’s mouth closes over mine before I can finish the apology. Then his hands are on my hips and hauling me up to sit on the table. I gasp, opening my legs so he can settle against me — core to core. Thankful for the long slits up either side of my nightgown.
Christoph simply watches us, as he watched me kiss Sully in the hot tub. I can feel his grounding energy. And maybe it’s selfish or even wanton of me, but we … fit … we all just fit together.
Plus, let’s be honest, all of us being here is also fucking sexy.
Elias’s tongue invades my mouth, so I open that to him as well. Energy twines and twists between us, cinching us together tighter and tighter.
I feel his cock harden against my inner thigh. I wrap my legs around his hips to pull him closer, arching my lower back until I have him right where I want him, to press, to rub into me. He moans into my mouth.
Then he suddenly stiffens, as if realizing where he is and what he’s doing.
He pulls back, leaving me panting.
I don’t want to stumble stupidly through his boundaries. But also …
“Do you need to stop?” I ask, my words brushing across his lips.
“We … we don’t know each other very well …” He doesn’t pull back, though. Doesn’t look away from me.
“Am I … is this uncomfortable? Too much?”
He inhales deeply. “I’m trying to not overwhelm you. I want my mouth on you. I want to be kissing you and making you pant and moan. I want you coming on my fingers, on my lips, and on my cock.”
“Okay,” I pant, a little unhinged myself. “Okay, yes.” I slip my hands into the collar of his dress shirt, needing to be skin-to-skin with him.
“But … there are things to sort out,” Elias protests mildly. “With the clean-up and the kids. The Mertons. I …”
Pretending that I’m being far more sly than I can possibly be while directly under his gaze — he sees every little thing I do — I get a few more of his shirt buttons undone, unintentionally skimming his nipple with my pinky.
He jerks like I’ve shocked him. His blue eyes meet mine, questioning.
“Do you like that?” I ask, doing it again. Intentionally.
His hips press forward into me, grinding against me. “Fuck, yes. Apparently. When you do it.”
“What about this?” I ask, feeling bold now. I tuck his shirt to the side and flick my tongue where my fingers have been.
Elias trembles under my touch.
He’s barely touching me. But turning him on, making him shake, already has me insanely wet. Christoph is still a steady presence, not moving from the kitchen.
Being watched is apparently stupidly hot as well.
So I flick my tongue over Elias’s nipple again. And again. But when I go to switch to his other nipple, he takes control back, sliding his hands up my legs.
Under my silk gown, he snags the sides of my panties. Gazing into my eyes, perhaps gauging my reaction, he tugs the scrap of lace down my legs, leaving it hanging off one of my ankles. He glances down as he does so, looking just a touch smug.
I laugh breathlessly, reaching for the rest of his buttons, but he snags my wrists lightly, guiding my hands back to the table as he crowds over me — pushing me down, crumpling and scattering all his paperwork.
The laptop goes flying but somehow doesn’t hit the floor.
Elias buries his face between my legs, holding my thighs pressed against his ears and with my silk gown still mostly covering me.
