Ménage.
He had her primed. He had her ready. He had touched her all week, and every time her orgasm approached, he’d halt.
With Heath’s sinfully sexy body lounging at her right and Grey decadently gorgeous facing her, it was difficult not to turn liquid.
As soon as they’d boarded, Heath had popped two pills into his mouth, guzzled an entire liter of water, and propped his head on his hand. Noticing that he seemed to fall instantly asleep, she and Grey had each picked up a book to read quietly.
Every time she peeked at him through the tops of the pages, he glanced up, too. In tan Dockers and a white polo, jaw rough with earthy stubble, hair slightly mussed, he looked rugged and unkempt today. A golden Midas fallen from grace.
She wanted him.
She wanted Heath Solis.
She still could not believe Grey had only yesterday mentioned the man was bisexual.
Snuggled on the couch as he watched the football game, he’d made a casual remark about Heath being bi, and Toni had jumped. Heath is bisexual? Grey had waved it off as if he were discussing the most boring, most inconsequential topic ever. But Toni could not think of anything else all evening. Oh, she’d known that man was bad. Bad, bad, bad. She’d pressed her legs together so, so tight at a visual her mind suddenly conjured. “I didn’t know.”
“Now you do.”
“Did you and he—”
Grey had chuckled softly. “I’m not bisexual, baby. He is.”
Now Toni continued to wonder what kind of confused woman found a bisexual man attractive.
The same kind who’d have a threesome.
As soon as they landed, Grey stored his Harlan Coben in a glossy wooden plane compartment, and Toni slipped her Jodi Picoult into her tote bag. Anticipation simmered in her veins. Her nerves were wild and awake, sensitive to a glance, a whisper, the faintest brush against her skin. She wouldn’t let Grey know that.
“Don’t think I’ve been playing your little game, Mr. Almighty Richards,” she whispered to Grey as she unfastened her seat belt and gathered her things. While he helped her out of her sweater, she lightly added, “I’ve been touching myself all week in the shower, and it’s been wonderful.”
“Is that a fact?”
“Yes.” She nodded somberly, tying her sweater around her waist. “It’s a fact.”
He extracted her bag from her grasp, still whispering for Heath’s sake. “So why are your panties in a twist?”
“They’re not in a twist.”
His smile was full of carnal male knowledge. His heavy-lidded gaze made her nipples throb. “I know for a fact that they are.”
“Ha. I can take care of my own panties, thank you.” She added a flippant toss of her hair as she slipped her feet back into her sandals.
“Can you, now?” He flattened her against him so fast he knocked the breath out of her. With a grinding move of his hips that presented his need to her throbbing cunt, he had her gasping. “I want your pussy. I want your breasts in my mouth. I want you creaming all over me.” Her body responded to his erotic words, her muscles clenching with anticipation. “You need me inside you,Toni.Three days without me and you’re going insane.”
“Dream on. B-by all means, let your imagination fly.”
He kissed her with the force of an avalanche, pouring his passion into her, his tempestuous need having built up for seconds, minutes, hours, days. “I’m so hard for you I could break marble.”
She could barely pry herself free. “Good; I hope you have fun with it.” In a nonchalant gesture that took a miracle to perform, she shouldered across him, down the aisle. Turning, she watched him slap Heath’s shoulder.
“You coming, Heath?”
Heath pushed himself off the seat. “Yeah, I’m coming.”
“He hates small airplanes,” Grey told her. “Motion sickness, I don’t know. He takes drugs even in the larger planes.”
Heath raked a hand through his hair and shook off his daze. Even in such a state, the dangerous aura around him made her insides thrill.