Kate’s breathing turns choppy, dragging her hard nipples across the front of her nightgown with every breath. In that moment, I’d sell my soul for the mind-blowing bliss I know the three of us could share.
“You want us to help you feel good and forget?” Josh asks softly.
“I-it’s a bad idea,” she demurs. “We shouldn’t.”
I drag my thumb across her pouty lower lip. “But what do youwant?”
“Whatever this is between us,” she whispers. “I want it so bad, I hurt.”
The sexual tension I’ve held under a boil for hours bubbles out of control. It doesn’t matter how awkward tomorrow might be or how much it might hurt later. I’m too desperate to care.
“Baby girl…” I cup her jaw and seize her lips, firm and soft and wine-laden, before nudging them apart and shoving my way inside.
Her velvet sweetness makes me shudder. And when she opens wider, offering me more with a moan as she clutches my shoulders and rubs herself against me, I grip her like I’ll never let go.
Because I don’t want to.
Suddenly, she wrenches from our kiss, panting and staring at Josh with dilated eyes. “Oh, my god. You’re touching…”
“Yeah.” My buddy moves his hand under her cotton gown with a groan as he drops a kiss to her knee, then looks my way. “She’s drenched.”
His words burn me from the inside out.
“He has his fingers on your pussy?” I ask Kate.
She gives me a jerky nod. “His thumb is against my—” She gasps. “Oh, my god.”
“Her clit,” Josh moans out. “It’s hard and swollen. Hmm…”
Kate’s stare widens as she looks up at me. “A-and he’s pushing his fingers inside me.”
Jesus, yes. “That feel good?”
“Incredible.” Her eyes slide shut.
I resettle her on my lap and pull her thighs wider apart. “Good. Let him make you feel even better.”
Her head falls back against my arm. “Pleeeease…”
“I got you, sweetheart.” More of Josh’s arm disappears under her nightgown as he eases his fingers in deeper. His stare bounces up to mine. “She’s damn tight.”
“It’s been forever,” she whispers.
“Since you’ve had an orgasm?” I murmur in her ear.
“Since anyone has touched me. I ache so badly…”
“Josh and I will fix that.” We’ll figure out later what this means for our working relationship—and our hearts. Right now, there’s nothing beyond this moment.
“Please,” she implores.
Impatiently, I slide the spaghetti strap off her shoulder. The scrap catches on her elbow, and without moving her—or dislodging Josh—I can’t get this goddamn nightgown off. I’ll fucking improvise because I’m dying to see more of her.
“Push her hem up,” I demand.
My buddy gives Kate a quick glance, but she’s putty in his hands, so he shoves the gray cotton to her hips. Suddenly, I have a stellar view of her slender thighs, her pink pussy turning even rosier behind her sparse dusting of blond hair, and Josh’s fingers working all her sweet spots.
The sight is a fucking turn-on. Need scorches me.