Page 92 of The Sun & Her Burn
“Si,” Seb almost hissed, adjusting his weight beside me so that the hard length of his erection pressed into my hip. It shocked me like a cattle prod. “I think she would beg and beg for more until she could no longer take anymore. But oh, she would try.”
“Maybe she would even cry for us,” I added, lost to the fantasy his Amaretto-soaked voice was feeding me. “Pretty tears as she struggled to come again, to take as much of our cum as wecould give her. To please us both because it would please her so much to do so.”
We locked eyes, heat crackling between us. I loved that we were the same height and a similar build, though he was narrower through the waist. It wasworkto bend him to my will, and the satisfaction of a job well done was always that much greater because of it.
“Do you think she has thought about it?” Sebastian asked softly.
“Oh, I know she has,” I muttered, thinking of the filthy things she had whispered to me about her own desires, about her own insinuations. “She may look like pure sunshine, but our girl has a dark side.”
“La nostra ragazza,” Sebastian murmured. “Our girl.”
I stiffened as I realized my slip, but his happy grin was impossible to take umbrage with.
“I like the sound of this very much,” he admitted.
I did, too.
Fuck, I was in a world of trouble.
A muttered curse in Italian alerted me to Sebastian’s glare. I followed it over my shoulder to the dance floor and saw an actor I recognized as Jace Galantine, twenty-something American sweetheart, dancing very closely with Linnea.
OurLinnea.
I was moving before I could think to curb the blazing impulse.
Sebastian was so tight at my back, he almost stepped on my heels.
Jace was pressed into Linnea’s back, one hand on her hip, holding her close while their hips moved to the music. Linnea’s eyes were closed as she tossed her head languidly to the liquid beat, almost as if she was so caught up in the music she didn’t even know she wasn’t dancing alone.
A growl lodged in my throat.
“Jace.” Sebastian’s voice was a whip cracking across the bodies between us as we neared them.
Immediately, the younger actor’s eyes widened as he took in the sight of us. He was fit, as most leading men were, but shorter than both of us by a significant margin.
Good, I thought grimly, fists clenching.
“Step off,” I ordered him, the words sharp enough to cut my own mouth coming up. “Unless you have been living under a rock, I presume you know the beautiful woman you’re grinding against is very much taken.”
Linnea had stopped dancing, mostly, only her hips slightly swaying as if she couldn’t help the movement. Her head was cocked, though, mouth pursed as if we were curiosities in a zoo.
“We were just dancing,” Jace said, holding his hands up in surrender, but the grin on his mouth was wicked. “No crime against that, last time I checked.”
“Maybe not,” I agreed. “The crime would come later when I knocked you out for touching what’s mine.”
I was watching her so closely, it was the only reason I noticed her delicate shiver and the way she involuntarily licked her lips.
Far from being disgusted by my admittedly outrageous machoism, my Sunbeam wasaroused.
Lust cut my possessive rage off at the knees.
Without sparring Jace another look, I offered my hand to Linnea, who took it immediately and let herself be pulled into my arms, her back to my front. I banded an arm around her waist, used my other hand to push the sweat-dampened hair off one shoulder, and used my teeth against her neck instead of a kiss.
“Did you forget who owns you, Linnea?” I asked darkly.
She raised one hand to my neck to pin me to her fluttering pulse point. The scent of her was enriched by her racing heart and warm body, blossoming like a night-blooming garden.
“You left me alone on the dance floor,” she said, staring up at me through her long, painted lashes. “And I left my ‘look but don’t touch’ sign at home.”
