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Adam smirked. “After the power’s back on, and we have control over things like the temperature of the running water.” He peeled away the wax, leaving a faint red mark on my skin, but no real damage.
Deacon pressed his lips softly to the faint burn. “It looked like it needed kissing better.”
“I think I need more of that. Kissing my boo boos better.” When did I get this kind of bold? What had these men done to me?
Deacon looked contemplative. “You did just sprain your ankle.”
“And as we’ve already discussed, we are supposed to take care of you,” Adam said.
“But you’re supposed to keep your ankle elevated, and we probably shouldn’t get too naked. What with the cold and all.” Deacon gestured vaguely.
Adam rested his palm on my cheek and turned my face to his. “Lucky for you, we’re good at improvising.”
His kiss went from a gentle mouth on mine to hard in an instant. He nipped my lips and swallowed my groans and kissed a hungry path along my jaw and down my neck, sucking on the soft skin as he went. The way he yanked my hair when he slid his hand to the back of my head and tightened his grip was delicious.
This must be what it felt like to be claimed.
Deacon shoved my sweater up, catching my bra on the way and pushing it over my breasts.
“I don’t think those need to be kissed better,” I teased.
He pressed his lips to the shell of my ear. “Best to not take any chances.”
I couldn’t argue that, especially with the heat of his palms on my skin and the delicious sting when he rolled my nipples between his fingers.
Adam undid my jeans with an efficiency I wasn’t sure I’d mastered, and slipped his hand under the denim and over the cotton of my panties. He pressed in enough to entice and make me squirm while he sucked on the sensitive skin where my shoulder met my neck.
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had a hickey, but that hardly seemed to matter right now. Especially the way their attention had me squirming and clenching my thighs together.
“I want to taste you,” Adam murmured against my shoulder.
I liked the way he said it, but I wasn’t sure where he’d go from here. “You’ve had your mouth all over me.”
“Not all over.” He pressed his fingers harder against my panties above my opening.
A rush of anticipation flooded me as his meaning, and stupid logic followed on its heels. “I haven’t showered or anything since before…”
Adam moved his mouth back to mine, his lips hovering millimeters from my skin. “I don’t care.” His whisper—his meaning—was as tantalizing as his touch.
Deacon kept up a light session of pinching and kissing while Adam helped me slide out of my bottoms. Adam was gentle every step of the way, making sure not to jar my foot or even disturb the bandage.
And then he was kissing up the inside of my thigh. When he dragged his tongue over my slick skin, I jerked into the incredible sensation. I lost track of where one lick ended and the next started, and when he slid a finger inside me, I was pretty sure I cried out
Deacon moved his mouth to my breasts, and sucking replaced pinching.
There were so many points of contact, it was as if a cord ran from each touch, all to a central point behind the throbbing button Adam was licking like a Tootsie Roll pop.
I fisted the sheets, needing something to ground myself. It didn’t matter. Pleasure spilled through me, pushing me into orgasm and tearing ecstasy from my throat.
When they finally eased off, I sank into the bed, panting.
Deacon leaned past my shoulder and Adam raised his head, and they crushed their mouths together, my juices still glistening on Adam’s face.
Hot. Holy Hellfire, that was scorching even.
And it made me wonder, “What would the two of you be doing if I wasn’t here?”
“Sleeping,” Deacon said.
