Page 23 of Only for Tonight
“I want to.” Her hand finds mine and squeezes. “I want Leo.”
Fuck yes.
“Good girl,” James murmurs. That voice. He kisses her shoulder.
Luca kisses her other shoulder. Hands stroking her arms. “He'll take care of you.”
I shift back, sitting on my heels. “Come here then, sweetheart.”
She crawls toward me willingly, sheets tangling around her legs. James and Luca move aside to give her room. When she reaches me, I pull her into my lap. She straddles me without hesitation. Both of us bare. Her heat settles against my cock and fuck, she’s already wet for me.
"Hi," she whispers, hands tentative on my chest.
"Hi." I cup her face with both hands and tilt her up.
I kiss her slow and deep, taking my time. She tastes like sleep and want and something uniquely her. Something that's been driving me mental since I first saw her at the bar.
She melts into me, her hands flattening on my chest, nails scratching lightly. Making sounds that drive me crazy. I pull her closer, one hand tangling in her hair while the other splays across her lower back.
When I pull back, we're both breathing hard. Her lips are swollen, pupils blown wide.
"Been waiting for this," I tell her, my voice coming out rougher than intended. I press my forehead against hers. "Watching them touch you, making you scream. All while I sat in that chair last night and ached."
“I wanted you too.” Breathless. Her fingers trace patterns on my chest. “Watching you watch us made everything more intense.”
"Good." My hands grip her ass, calloused palms on soft skin, pulling her flush against me. Letting her feel every inch of how much I want her. "Because this morning you're mine. Yeah?"
She nods, the movement small but deliberate, never breaking eye contact.
"Ours," James corrects with a smile, already buttoning his shirt.
"Ours," I agree, standing and lifting Rebecca with me in one smooth motion. She wraps her legs around my waist, arms sliding around my neck. "But right now I'm gonna have you while they get ready. And they're gonna watch every second."
"Wouldn't miss it," Luca says, already heading to the bathroom and grabbing clothes on the way. "But coffee first. And a shower."
"Make it fast." I adjust my grip on Rebecca, her weight perfect against me.
She looks at me like I hung the bloody moon, like she's been waiting for this too. Her fingers play with the hair at my nape, gentle and curious.
"You sure you can take me?" My hands cup her ass, supporting her weight as I pull her tighter against me. "You're sore."
"Don't care." She rocks against me slightly, testing, being brave.
Hell.
I kiss her again, harder this time, claiming. One hand fists in her hair. "You're gonna kill me, sweetheart."
James gets out of bed, naked and unhurried, heading to his suitcase and rummaging through clothes. He pulls out a crisp button-up and trousers, but he keeps glancing over, hungry, like he can't quite look away.
Perfect.
I carry Rebecca to the armchair—the one from last night where I watched and wanted and waited. I lower myself into it with her still in my lap.
"This chair." I settle her, adjusting her thighs to straddle me properly. "This is where I'm gonna have you."
Her eyes widen, pupils blown. "Here?"
"Right here." My hand slides up her spine slowly. "Where I watched them ruin you. My turn now."
