Page 45 of Revive
“They’re not ideal. Kind of cosy, but Xane’s not choosy about locations.”
As evidenced by what they were witnessing.
Spook moved in closer. His chin bowed to her shoulder. “Seriously, if you’re not comfortable with this, you can leave.”
Heat was continuing to rise off her, but she couldn’t seem to tear her gaze away. “I’m not a prude.”
“I know that, Alle.”
“You’re planning to stay, right?”
“Right.”
“You’re going to stay and watch the whole thing?”
“Damn straight. And Alle, it won’t be the first time.” Of course not. He’d told her as much, and she knew from the rest of the band that he kept books full of photographs of them in various stages of undress and ecstasy. He’d held himself apart for years, refusing to participate in any sort of sexual activity, but that didn’t mean he hadn’t soaked up the sights.
Spook pressed his lips to the pulse point in her neck. “I’m guessing you’ve never watched two guys fuck before.”
She’d never watched two anyones fuck before.
“I’ve…well,” she hedged. “No. No, not as such.”
“You’re missing out. It’s beautiful. Watching the flush of arousal spread across their skin, sweat bead over their backs, their skin pale beneath the grip of their fingertips, scratches bloom across their skin? And of course, there’s the actual moment of connection.” His words tickled in her ear, treacle soft and sensual. They created static electricity that caused her hairs to rise across her body. His original accent was slipping through as excitement took root.
“You learn a lot about people when they’re in the throes of passion. It’s when their guard comes down, when the honest truth of them bursts out.”
Luthor’s well-muscled back slammed against the glass divide, making her squawk. She jolted backwards and discovered exactly how solid Spook’s position was to her rear. His arms came around her, one enfolding her just beneath her breasts, while the second crossed her front diagonally. His hand cupped her cheek, so his thumb brushed her lips, and he turned her head enough for him to capture her in a kiss.
“What are you doing?” she mouthed.
“That’s up to you.”
There was a twinkle in his eyes, which made her want to look at him, but the noises and the flickers of motion coming from the next room kept dragging her attention back to the glass divide. “Spook,” she groaned uncertainly.
“Take your knickers off.”
“What? You’re not serious?”
The fact he said nothing in response rather suggested otherwise.
“I could get sacked for this.”
“Sacked.” His chuckle rumbled warm and amused against her back. “By who exactly? Your employers? You’re looking at them in whichever direction you’re facing. None of us are going to sack you, Alle. But this one might fuck you if you play your cards right. And we both know how often you beg me to do that. Horny little brat that you are, you’re always desperate.”
“Now?” Her mouth turned dry, and her legs turned to jelly. He was proposing he fuck her now! Here. As they watched Xane and Luthor bang. “Don’t any of you have any shame?”
“Would you like me to be ashamed? I’m pretty certain that’s opposite of what everyone keeps lecturing me to be. Aren’t I supposed to be letting go of all that sexual repression and angst?”
Shit! Yes, he was. She could have slapped herself for suggesting the very opposite, and even if it was possible to peel away this reality or reverse time a few minutes to take back those words or change the direction this afternoon had taken, she wasn’t sure she’d actually do it.
“We’re in a recording studio. It feels wrong.”
“Wrong or naughty?”
Where exactly did the distinction fall? “Naughty.” Her voice quavered.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” Spook’s thumb swept over her lips, brushing back and forth, spreading a trace of moisture. He held her gaze, his expression wanton, writ with desire, eyes ablaze, mouth hungry. The fierceness of his need shone so bright it scorched her.
