“And no one would ask that of you. If you’re interested in all three of us, just say the word, and I’ll talk to Tarin and Stu. It shouldn’t be your problem. The three of us will work it out.”
She eyed him skeptically again. It was too complicated to continue thinking about. “Can we stop talking about two other men who aren’t here?”
“Absolutely.”
“Good. Kiss me.”
He flinched. “You want me to kiss you?”
“Yep.” She scooted closer.
“Ariel…”
“What? I thought you just said you like me.”
“I do. A lot. But I don’t want to rush you.” She wondered if he had any idea how tightly he was gripping her fingers.
“You’re not rushing me. I just asked you to kiss me. It’s a simple task. Are you up to the challenge?” She lifted a brow, shocked by her boldness.
He stared at her, inhaling deeply. “You’re sure?”
“Oh, for heaven’s sake, yes. But if you don’t want to…”
He released her fingers and cupped her face with both hands, holding her gaze for several seconds before bringing his lips to hers.
Ariel’s chest pounded as he closed the distance, and she sighed into his mouth the moment his lips touched hers. Soft. Gentle. Caring.
One of his hands slid to the back of her neck and angled her to one side so he could deepen the kiss, his tongue stroking along the seam of her lips until she parted for him on instinct.
She closed her eyes and reached for him, her hands coming to his waist and easing up his torso. It may have been a bold move on her part, but she wasn’t sorry. Being kissed was amazing.
“What the fuck?” A door snicked shut behind them, and Ariel jerked her head to the side at the same time as Kester. She hadn’t heard the door open. She’d been in her own world.
But it most certainly had opened and closed. Stuart stood just inside, his broad shoulders seemingly broader than ever, his hands fisted at his sides, his brow furrowed. He was pissed.