“Holy shit,” Cash murmured, his knuckle running from my clavicle, between the swells of my breasts and lower over my belly. “So beautiful.”
Bennett moved in close, leaned a hip against the counter beside us. Slowly, his fingers caught my dress at my shoulder, worked it down my arm.
I rolled my shoulders back, my breathing coming in little pants as I was exposed. Cash did the same thing to the other side, my dress now about my waist. I was bare except for my pale yellow demi-bra. It lifted, but kept the top swells exposed. Their eyes were staring… there and I looked down. Just a hint of my nipples peeked out from above the yellow lace edging.
To my surprise, Cash stepped back, looked to Bennett. He didn’t say anything and even in my lust-hazed mind, I was a little confused. Didn’t he want me? Bennett moved between my legs, set his hands on either side of my hips on the edge of the counter so he was leaning down. Our eyes met.
“Angel,” he murmured. “Look at you, all perfect in a place like this, grimy and full of engine parts. Tools. And here you are with kiss-swollen lips, creamy skin, lush tits covered by just a few scraps of lace. A fantasy.”
He lowered his head, took a nipple into his mouth through the bra.
I gasped, grabbed his head on instinct.
It was like I’d been hooked up to the jumper cables. Electricity shot through me, sizzled my brain and totally revved my engine. “Bennett!”
His mouth was hot, wet and the gentle suck made my nipple pebble instantly. He kissed his way to my other one, tugged down the lace edging with his teeth so my nipple was exposed. Then he gave it the attention I craved. He didn’t lift his head, just looked up at me. His pale eyes were heated, his cheeks ruddy with desire. God, I’d thought him potent before, but now, with all that desire aimed at me…I shifted my hips, my pussy eager.
He raised one hand, slid the strap off my shoulder, the cup of my bra slipping so most of my breast was visible. I felt wild and a whole lot naughty. They were right, it felt different doing this here. I could see now why Cash didn’t want me to get dirty. He liked me all feminine and sexy in the middle of the dirty shop.
That thought surprised me, for the concept was new. He didn’t look disappointed in me. He didn’t appear to be bored.
“While the idea of fucking you here is pretty damn hot, I want you in a bed the first time.” He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
That totally worked for me, so I nodded, running my fingers through his silky hair.
“We’re not leaving here, though, until you come.”
I gasped and it was Cash’s turn to lean against the counter and watch. “Fuck, yes. I doubt I’ll be able to work in here again without getting hard.”
Bennett reached into the opening of the coveralls and found my thigh. It was bare because my dress had ridden up beneath the protective garment. He slid upward and I squirmed and tried to close my legs.
I knew what he was going to do and I sooo wanted him to do it. But I wasn’t thinking about him making me come anymore. I was thinking about the moment—which was fast approaching—where he’d find my waxing disaster. Laugh.
His gaze whipped to mine at the action. Surprised, he pulled his hand free and stepped back so I could close my legs.
“Easy, Angel.” He held up his hands. “We won’t do anything you don’t want.”
Now, besides being embarrassed, I was sad because he thought he’d done something wrong. I’d fucked it all up again. “It’s not that… it’s, god.” I let my head hang down, not wanting to look at them. But Cash had other ideas, his fingers coming beneath my chin and forcing me to turn and look up at him.
“What happened to the woman who wanted to have a DP with two dildos?”
I closed my eyes, remembering that. I’d been so hot, so… wild I’d actually wanted to do that.
A thumb ran over my lower lip, and I opened my eyes. Cash’s dark eyes now held heat and concern. “We going too fast?”
I licked my lips. “I… I’ve never felt like this.”
The corner of his mouth tipped up. “I think the feeling is mutual.”
“The chemistry, the connection… it’s really intense, but…”
“But you want to take it slow,” he added.
“No!” I said and his eyebrows went up in surprise. “I mean, what we di
d last night, that wasn’t slow.”
Bennett laughed. “That was hot as hell.”