“I’m sure.” She stepped around him, reaching for her bag. “I think I’ll find my room and change.”
“We have a working lunch meeting in half an hour, but we’ll be back in plenty of time to take you to the cocktail reception. Douglas packed something short and elegant for you,” Deacon explained. “Wear it.”
Abby felt her back stiffen. “You don’t trust me to choose my own clothes?”
“It’s not that he doesn’t trust you.” Cole walked next to her, brushing the hair from her shoulder. “It’s that he likes it when he can see your legs. I do too.”
“Mayb
e I want to wear pants,” she smarted. She didn’t know why she was suddenly testing them.
Cole leaned toward her ear. “But we can’t do what we did last night if you’re wearing pants.”
Abby swallowed hard. Shit. What was he doing to her? Her nipples were tight buds, straining under her lacy bra.
“That was a one-time thing,” she whispered.
Deacon strolled to her other side. His hand found her hip. He tugged the suitcase from her hand. His palm slid against her ass, cupping it.
“You don’t want to come like that again?” His fingers curled around to the inside of her thigh and she held her breath. The side of his hand pressed between her legs, firm against her heat.
She whimpered.
Deacon’s lips coasted over her neck. “I asked you something. Do you want to come like that again?”
His hand rubbed between her legs, pressing into her jeans.
Cole tipped her chin toward his mouth. He had undeniably kissable lips. She could feel the warmth of his breath on her cheek. She wanted to know what it would be like to kiss him too.
“We can make you come so many times, you’ll lose count,” he tempted her. “Just say it.”
Her mouth collided with his as his firm lips melted into hers. Her hips jutted forward as Deacon continued to massage her heat.
“Say it,” he demanded, pulling her from Cole’s lips and crushing her with his own. His tongue thrust inside her mouth and she threw her arms around his neck. She nodded, mewing out her yes.
Cole stepped behind her, wrapping his hands to the front of her waist. He unbuttoned her jeans, sliding them over her hips as Deacon kissed the hell out of her.
“Oh fuck,” he moaned. “Your ass is beautiful.”
She didn’t expect her panties to be peeled to the floor, but Cole was on a mission. Deacon’s fingers immediately slid between her folds, flicking her clit.
“Ohh,” she whimpered.
“You like it?” he asked.
She nodded. It was exquisite the way he possessed her.
Suddenly she felt Cole spread her cheeks as he knelt on the floor behind her. His tongue was pressed against her ass. She jumped, but his hands held her hips while Deacon worked his fingers back and forth.
She relaxed as Cole’s tongue explored her backside. She couldn’t believe it. Did he want to lick her there? She groaned, realizing it felt amazing. She’d never had a man lick her in that sensitive spot. But the tight ring of muscles felt like a circle of electricity as Cole toyed at it with her tongue.
Deacon’s kisses were everything. She couldn’t get enough of his mouth as he sucked and bit at her lips. She was losing all control.
She lifted her arms in the air as he pulled her sweater off her chest and over her head.
“Your tits are so damn perfect, sweetheart.”
Her bra was the last item of clothing to fall to the floor. She was standing in the suite naked, sandwiched between them while Cole was on his knees behind her, and Deacon’s fingers coaxed her to rock her hips back and forth.