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“I’ll win,” said Blake.

“Unlikely,” replied Edward.

“What is it?” asked Henry.

“Best kisser,” I replied. “I’ll be the judge.”

“That’s an easy enough victory.” Blake twisted in his seat and pressed his lips onto mine. For a microsecond, my mind went blank. I hadn’t expected the competition to start so soon. Then a thrill coursed through my inside, from core to nipples to the tips of my lips. His tongue swept between my parted lips, tasting of champagne.

I kissed back, my heart singing with joy. In these past weeks, I’d seen beyond Blake’s beauty and fallen for the protective, loving soul beneath the mask of flirtation and mischief. I slid my hand to his silk-covered, muscled thigh and squeezed.

Blake hummed his pleasure and deepened the kiss. The arm around my shoulder slid down to my waist and he squeezed, a taste of the delights that awaited me when we returned to Edward’s room.

When we broke apart for air, we stared into each other’s eyes, both breathing hard. My heart pounded in time with the throbbing between my legs. “That was…”

“Mediocre.” Edward pulled me onto his lap. “Here’s how to kiss Emilia.”

I wrapped an arm around his shoulder to steady myself, and pressed my hand on his chest. Edward wrapped an arm around my back, leaned into my neck and gave me a gentle nip that made me squeal.

“That’s cheating,” muttered Blake.

Edward ignored him and peppered kisses on my neck. My eyes fluttered closed, and I lost myself to the sensations of how he kissed and sucked and licked my sensitive flesh. When his fingertips skimmed my hardened nipples, I cried out. Blake was right. Edward was cheating, and as the referee of this little contest, I wasn’t complaining.

The kisses traveled up to my jaw, and I tilted my head to the side and squeezed his shoulders. I wanted him to hurry and reach my lips. I wanted him to remain kissing me like this forever. Scratch that. I wanted the three of them—together.

His lips made a slow, sensuous ascent up my jaw, and he reached the corner of my mouth. “You’re divine, Emilia.”

“S-so are you,” I said between panting breaths.

Someone to our left huffed his frustration. Blake, most probably. But he’d get his chance to top this kiss in round two.

When our lips finally met in a kiss, it was like a tiny explosion. Sparks of pleasure jolted out from where our flesh met, raced past my nipples, and down to my twitching core. Edward swiped his tongue across the seam of my mouth, and I parted my lips, allowing him entrance. I thought he would take this kiss slowly, the way he had with my neck, but his tongue delved into my mouth deep and devouring and utterly demanding. I surrendered myself to his dizzying kisses, whimpered with each sweep of his tongue.

For a moment, we weren’t in a limo. It was just Edward and me and the hardness pressing against my hip. Slickness gathered between my legs, and I shifted about, wishing I had straddled him, so his erection rubbed against my core instead.

Edward held my hips steady and broke the kiss. A flush had crept up his pale skin, and his blue eyes were blown with need. “Any more of that, and I would have come to an explosive finish.”

Blake snickered. “Your verdict, Emilia?”

“Oh!” I held onto Edward’s shoulders to steady myself. “Very nice… but I might need another go with Blake, as I’ve forgotten—eep!”

Henry’s strong hands lifted me off Edward’s lap, and he cradled me in his huge, muscular arms. I placed my palms on his chest, which reverberated with his quickened heartbeat. For several seconds we stared into each other’s souls, luxuriating in a closeness we hadn’t experienced since our final days in that room.

Henry drew in a sharp breath, and his brows rose in a questioning gaze. He probably wondered if I would include him in this contest after I’d so harshly rejected him the day we had gone to visit his parents. My tongue darted out to moisten my lips, and his eyes tracked the movement. Then I curved my lips into a smile I hoped told him exactly how much I looked forward to this kiss.

“If this is a contest for staring into Emilia’s eyes, I’d say Henry’s already won,” drawled Blake.

Edward snorted a laugh.

“Ignore those dickheads,” muttered Henry.

I ran my hands up those glorious, hard pecs, over his collarbones, and up those bulging muscles that extended from his neck to his shoulder. Henry’s eyes blazed, and one of his hands slid up from around my waist, over my spine, and cradled the back of my neck.

My lips met his in the softest of kisses. I longed to tell him this wasn’t just part of a dumb, best-kisser competition. That I wanted him just as much as I wanted Edward and Blake. Henry’s arms tightened around me, bringing us so close, his heart beat for us both. His lips moved against mine in a movement so heartbreakingly familiar, I wanted to sob my relief. I’d missed this. Missed him.

This kiss was infinitely more loving than our encounter behind the oak tree. Infinitely more intimate. Henry’s tongue met mine in a series of sweet caresses that made my toes curl, and the throbbing between my legs developed into a pounding need. The hand at my waist slid down to cup my ass, and my core muscles clenched. Hard. And I pressed myself against his growing hardness.

“Your verdict?” asked Blake from beside us.