“Is this what you two do? You push your way into a woman’s business and try to seduce her to do what you want? I’m not falling for your flirtatious ways, Riker. I saw the club and the booths. You said they were your idea. Maybe that’s the type of women you’re used to. I’m not like that.”
“Chastit
y, you have no idea who we are or what we’re made of. Does our experience intimidate you?” Riker asked as he stroked her one cheek with his finger. He trailed it down her lips, then to her throat.
“Riker?”
“Can I kiss you, Chastity?”
“Riker.” she whispered and he leaned down, and as his lips came closer, she closed her eyes. She wanted to feel his lips on her. She wanted to see if this attraction to him and his brother went deeper, just like Riker hoped it did. She allowed it, and he made his move, giving her the time she needed to turn away or turn him down.
Nash watched as Riker leaned down and began kissing Chastity.
* * * *
Riker didn’t know what came over him. Her perfume, her sexy dress, her classy body, or perhaps the fact that some shithead tried to hurt her? He wasn’t sure, but he knew he had the urge to protect her and to get to know her in every way. He wanted her under him, naked and in his bed. He wanted to run his fingers through her golden locks and get lost in her blue eyes. He wasn’t even drunk. Except, maybe drunk on his attraction to Chastity.
He delved his tongue deeper and felt her hands against his chest as he explored her mouth. He kept a hand against her lower back and used his other hand to cup the back of her head.
He wanted to imprint his kiss in her mind and to her soul.
She moaned softly, and it was music to his ears. Then he felt her pulling back, and he knew she needed to slow things down. As they parted lips, he locked gazes with her and the soft, swollen lips he’d devoured moments ago.
“Damn, woman, you sure are tasty.”
She shyly looked down and kept her hands against his chest.
Then Nash used the back of his hand and knuckles to caress her cheek. She turned toward him, and Riker could feel her shaking.
“I haven’t kissed a woman in a long time, Chastity. It’s been forever,” he admitted, and Riker’s chest tightened. His brother had suffered terribly when Maggie had died. It took months to get him to join civilization again. He truly felt at fault.
“I’ve never been kissed like Riker just kissed me. Two men have never kissed me consecutively. It’s unnerving.”
Nash brushed his fingers across her lips then cupped her face between his hands. Riker watched as they locked gazes, and Chastity didn’t pull away.
Nash slowly leaned toward her then covered her lips with his. He pulled her from Riker’s arms, and Riker released her with a smile.
* * * *
Nash wanted all of her. He wanted to get lost in her kiss, in touching and exploring her body. It all came to him at once, like some secret assault, catching him off guard.
He delved his tongue deeper, felt her moan into his mouth, then pulled her curvy body against his own.
He cupped her ass with his hands and squeezed her to him. But then the sound of the elevator leading to the penthouse ruined the moment.
Chastity pulled from his embrace and panted for breath. She covered her mouth with her hand and shook her head slowly side to side.
Nash felt just as affected and overwhelmed. “Chastity?”
“Please. That can’t happen again. I can’t allow this.”
The doors to the elevator opened, and there came Colt, and he looked angry.
“What happened? Did he hurt you?” he asked, approaching Chastity quickly. She ran to him, meeting him halfway, and Colt hugged her.
Nash felt his insides twist into a knot. What had they done? What the hell just happened?
“It’s okay, baby. He can’t hurt you. I’ll protect you,” Colt stated then locked gazes with Nash and Riker. “Thanks for taking care of her.”