Noah stepped behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her against him. This was a man comfortable with public displays of affection. His breath was warm when he leaned in to whisper, “You know Max would say you’re wearing that dress backward.”
Heads turned as she laughed. “He totally would.” She twisted in his arms to wrap her arms around his neck. “I’m so glad I’m with you tonight, Noah. I was afraid this would turn into a real drag.”
The air between them crackled with heat. His voice was husky as he replied, “I’m glad I’m here with you too.”
Her body reacted when his thigh brushed hers, and again when his hand stroked her spine. Even despite the crowds around them, she wanted Noah to slip his hand lower, to have her whole body skin-to-skin against his.
The music switched to a semi-fast number. She however stayed dancing slow while Noah sped up and she stomped on his foot.
“Sorry,” she mumbled. “I wasn’t paying attention.”
He stopped moving, while he left his arms around her, he tilted his head as if he were trying to see into her thoughts.
“Oh? What are you thinking about?” Though his lips had quirked into a smile, his eyes were serious. “Whether you’ll ask me to drive you back to your place? Or mine?”
It would be safer to answer “my place” but the temptation to throw caution aside and be swept away in passion between Noah and Max was overwhelming. But it could ruin your reputation. “I was thinking about…Sophia, that’s all.”
Noah made one of those masculine noises in the back of his throat that she found so sexy. He leaned down to whisper in her ear. “Are you sure you aren’t imagining the two of us in bed together? Or maybe the three of us?”
She stepped on his foot again. Thank heavens for the dim lighting that would hide her blush. Someone bumped into her—hard—giving her the perfect excuse to hurry off the dance floor. Noah caught her hand and led her past their table and continued on out of the library. He didn’t slow down until they were out of the castle and standing on the balcony overlooking the grounds where yet another wedding reception was taking place in the greenhouse. The evening was hot, the air filled with the scent of fresh cut grass and the masses of flowers filling the gardens.
As much as her body was down with the plan, her head took more convincing. What if they saw a threesome as a one-time event and once the night was finished, she’d never see them again? Or at least as nothing more than a business relationship. She could fall in love with them—either of them—both of them—so easily. While she didn’t give a crap what other people thought, she’d met Max’s family—his big noisy Italian Catholic family—and there was no way either the elder Morettis would look kindly on a woman who slept not only with her son but Noah at the same time. It would probably sour their acceptance of Noah too.
He placed his thumb beneath her chin and lifted it until she looked at him. “No pressure, okay? But we want you to think about it. Max and I both care for you. No one would ever learn about it from us, so your reputation will be safe in our hands. But I won’t deny we’ve talked about sharing you before this. That for the last week, I’ve gone to bed every night thinking about what it would be like to have you between us in my bed.”
Oh hell, now she had that image in her head, she’d never be able to get it out.
“You’re thinking about it too, aren’t you?” He leaned closer, placing his lips against her ear. “You’re thinking about what it would be like to be stretched out on the bed, naked, kissing me while Max goes down on you. You’re thinking about what it would be like to alternate between our cocks while you blew us. How it would feel to wake up every morning sandwiched between us. To be the center of our world.”
She wanted to be that woman between them. She wanted the heat, the attention, the unrelenting pleasure they’d bring her. Damned straight she was picturing the three of them together.
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