But that little how-do-you-do slowly morphed from gentle to something altogether more heated when their lips parted. His kiss cajoled, promised things. This is how I’ll take my time with you. I’m not going to skip steps. I’m going to savor you. Then his tongue touched hers and electricity sparked through her like live wires had been cut. His taste, his singular focus, everything about it lit her up. Stroke by stroke he dialed up the intensity. A slow, wicked burn.
When his hips pressed against hers, letting her feel how turned on he was, she moaned into the connection and wrapped her arms around his neck. It’d been a long time since she’d made out with anyone, but she couldn’t remember it ever being like this, like she wanted to drown in it and never come up for air. Like he could make her lose her shit with just his mouth.
Ren’s hands slid to her neck, gripping and holding her just where he wanted her, and she couldn’t help but remember that just a few moments ago, it was Hayes’s tongue in his mouth, his cock in his hand. Fuck. The image was too much and she arched into him, rubbing his erection against the spot she needed it most. Ren groaned and pulled her knee up, rocking her against him. Soon, she was breathless and burning up and so turned on that she was cursing the heavens that she hated skirts so much. One would be so convenient right now. She needed more, his touch, skin against skin.
Ren broke away from the kiss, panting and little wild-eyed himself. “Tell me how long it’s been, Cora.”
“Huh?” He expected her to answer questions in this moment? To access words? When her brain was all guhhhhh . . .
“Since you’ve come?”
The question snapped her to attention. “Uh.”
“Tell me.”
Her ears burned. “Last Friday.”
A pleased smirk touched his lips and he gathered her against him, those colorfully tattooed arms wrapping around her. “After our dinner.”
“Yes.” Her palms were trapped between them, pressed against his chest. She loved the feel of the hard muscles beneath her fingertips, wanted to tear his shirt off Hulk-style. “Probably while you were in bed with your hot boyfriend.”
Hayes made a sound that sounded suspiciously like a laugh.
“So were you thinking about me when you did it?” Ren asked, touching his forehead to hers, his tone playful.
She rubbed her lips together, finding a glimmer of bravery. “I’m more creative than that. I was thinking about you both.”
Ren’s grin spread wide, a predatory edge to it. “I knew you liked him. I love when I’m right. So what were we doing to you in this sordid fantasy?”
“How do you know it was sordid . . .”
He lifted a brow.
“Fine. It was sordid. And private.”
“Mmm, private is so overrated. Especially when it’s guaranteed neither of us are going to judge you. It’s only going to make us hotter.” He kissed down her neck, making her thoughts splinter again, and then he turned her in his arms to face Hayes again. Ren’s hands trailed up her rib cage and cupped her breasts through her T-shirt, sending sensations straight downward. “Be bold, Benning. Tell him what you imagined us doing to you. Own it.”
Cora could barely lift her gaze without wanting to hide her face.
Hayes was watching her with his full, stoic attention, his presence somehow calming in the storm of arousal. He gave a nod. “Go ahead.”
She swallowed past her constricted throat. “I’ll tell you, if y’all tell me what you two did that night.”
“Ah, look at you. You can’t hide that voyeur streak. I love it,” Ren said against her ear. “Deal.”
He said it so easily. Like he’d have no trouble detailing what he’d done with this man. And Lord, did she want to hear. But there was a price. She took a deep breath, gathering her courage. “I imagined that you two wouldn’t let me leave work until I took care of you . . . both of you.”
A pleased sound rumbled through Ren. “Nice. And what did we make you do?”
“Ren . . .”
“No shame, Cora. I promise. Nothing you can say will out-dirty us. Believe me.”
She wasn’t sure about that. Her real-world experience wasn’t extensive but her filthy mind was a shameless slut. “You bent me over the desk and fucked me while I went down on Hayes.”
Hayes groaned and closed his eyes, agony moving across his features. As subtle as could be, his hand shifted up his thigh and he pressed a hand over his erection, squeezing it.
The sight made her toes curl in her Doc Martens. Seeing such a hard-to-crack man struggling to keep himself in check because of her was a heady rush. It made her feel sexy. Invincible.