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My heart beats faster when I think of them, when I touch them, when I kiss them. Just the thought of spending the night with them makes me feel warm all over, inside and out. I want them. So much, I’m burning.
God, what am I supposed to do now?
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At some point in the night, I wake up, too warm under the covers with two hot male bodies, and uncomfortable in my princess dress.
At least I thought to remove the tiara before climbing in.
I sit up, and I’m trying to unzip my dress when I feel hands on my waist.
“Let me,” Ryan whispers, and I shiver as he pushes the dress off my shoulders and down my arms, freeing me from the heavy fabric, leaving me in my bra and panties as I wiggle out of it the rest of the way.
I let it drop to the floor, and I turn to face him.
To face them.
Ryan slides his hands over my shoulders, my arms, the bandage scratchy and his palms warm, so warm. Like his eyes. “You’re beautiful,” he whispers, and I suck in an unsteady breath.
Something has changed. I feel it in the air between us. It’s how he’s looking at me, with raw need in his gaze and shock in his expression. Like he can’t believe this is happening.
Neither can I.
I reach up, pinch his arm.
“Ow.” He frowns. “What was that for?”
“Just making sure this is real.”
He laughs, shakes his head. “It’s never predictable with you, is it?”
“Should it be?”
“No,” he says, more softly, his laughter fading to a quiet chuckle. “I like you the way you are.”
I open my mouth, though I’m not sure what to say to that.
“What are you kids up to?” comes a raspy voice from behind him.
Ryan turns.
Riddick has sat up, rubbing sleep out of his eyes, the Spiderman costume molded to his strong chest, his prominent pecs and defined stomach. His arms… Oh God, talk about arm porn. Those bulging biceps…
“Hey,” I say awkwardly, suddenly remembering I’m in my underwear and putting my hands over my breasts.
Then just as suddenly I remember that he’s seen me topless, that he touched my pussy, and I feel a fierce blush scorch a path up my neck to my cheeks when his knowing gaze lands on me, followed by a sexy smirk.
“Hey, Princess,” he mutters. “Looks like I’m overdressed for this party.”
“That’s the truth,” Ryan rasps, blinking as if just waking up from a dream and reaching for the zipper on Riddick’s back. He tugs it down and shoves the material apart, baring that strong back. The dark lines of Riddick’s tattoo trail around his side, dipping into the small of his back, to the top of his strong ass.
I’ve never seen him from the back. He’s just as delicious as he is from the front. He turns around pulling off the costume, until it hangs over his waist, leaving him bare-chested.
Oh God, this boy’s so sexy…
He growls deep in his throat and pushes Ryan back on the pillows, that impressive chest tightening, muscles rippling. He kneels and grabs the hem of Ryan’s tank top. “What about you?”
Ryan glances at me, then back at him and licks his lips. “I guess I’m in your hands.”
