Seth turned. His eyes bulged, then narrowed. His body tensed.
As she eased off the last step, she looked up at them from under her lashes, her heart thundering. “Hi.”
Neither of them spoke a word.
Heavenly stifled the urge to retreat upstairs. Did they dislike the dress…or really love it? She risked a clandestine peek at their zippers—and had her answer. Had she actually stunned them speechless?
She repressed a smile as she tucked a curl behind her ear. “I’m ready to go when you are.”
Beck seemed to find his brain first. “Oh, we’re not going anywhere, little girl.”
Seth wiped a hand across his mouth. “Fuck no. Come here.”
She bit her lip. “Aren’t we having drinks and dinner?”
“Fuck drinks and dinner. We’re going to fuck you, angel. All night.”
She blushed when Seth’s assertion pinged through her body and settled between her legs. Staying in and spending the evening in their arms definitely suited her…but their reactions were too heady to give up just yet.
Maybe Raine had been right about the power of her girl parts.
“But I was looking forward to an evening out. I bought this dress. I thought it would be perfect.” She turned in a slow half-circle and let them see the back—or rather, the lack of it, since she was bare from nape to hips. A big pink bow flopped at the small of her back, adding an innocent touch.
No response.
The air conditioner kicked on. Under her brief hemline, she felt the blast of cool air brush her cheeks. She couldn’t resist adding fuel to what she suspected was their raging fire.
“And aren’t my shoes super cute?” she bent, pointing her derrière in the air, and fingered the little bows topping the wrap-around ankle straps. The chilled air grazed the exposed half of her ass.
Together, they groaned.
“What’s wrong?” She blinked. “Don’t you like them?”
Seth swallowed hard. “What the fuck aren’t you wearing under that dress?”
Slowly, she stood, lacy hem caressing the tops of her thighs, and turned. “It’s a thong. I didn’t want panty lines ruining the look. Maybe if you saw the dress in the proper light…”
She sauntered into the open kitchen-family room area, hips swaying, set her purse on the kitchen table, then stepped into a beam of sunlight slanting in beside the plush white sofa. When she squared her shoulders, her stabbing nipples poked the front of the dress. “What do you think?”
Beck scrutinized her through narrowed eyes. “I can fucking see through every stitch of that dress. You are never wearing that in public.”
“Ever.” Seth rounded the sectional, storming straight toward her.
She scrambled behind the sofa. “It’s not that transparent. In a dark restaurant, no one will notice.”
Beck beat a path in front of the big couch, cutting off her only other avenue of escape, as he undressed her with his eyes. “Do you really want to argue with us, little girl?”
Her chest felt tight. Her heart thudded with thrill. God, no one had told her that tempting them would be so exhilarating. She felt recklessly alive. “No.”
“Good answer. Now show us everything we bought you today.” Seth’s silky demand made her even shakier and giddier.
“I got that chic little purse.” She pointed to the table. “Raine said—”
“I don’t give a damn about the purse. I want to see what’s under that dress.”
“You mean…take it off? Right here?”
The suggestion made her panties damp. Her belly clenched with terrible excitement. A bit lower, she began to ache.