Page 8 of Only for Tonight
“You okay?” Leo’s thumb traces circles on my hand.
“Yeah. Yes. Totally fine.”
I sound like an idiot.
“You sure?” James asks. “Because we can still turn around. No hard feelings whatsoever.”
“I’m sure.” I turn to face them. “I’m just... this is new for me. The whole three-guys-at-once thing.”
Luca’s grin widens. “First time?”
“First time.”
“We’ll take care of you,” he promises. “Scout’s honour.”
“Were you actually a scout?”
“God, no. But it sounded good.”
I laugh despite my nerves.
The elevator continues its climb. Floor numbers tick by.
Leo’s eyes drop to my mouth. “Can I kiss you, sweetheart?”
My breath catches. “Here?”
“Right here. Right now.”
“Yes.”
He steps closer, and I have to tilt my head back to maintain eye contact. His hand comes up to cup my jaw, calloused thumb brushing my cheekbone.
The kiss starts soft. Testing. His lips move against mine gently, like he’s learning the shape of my mouth. Then his tongue traces my lower lip, asking permission, and when I open for him, everything changes.
He kisses me like he’s claiming me. His tongue slides against mine, confident and demanding. His hand tightens on my jaw, angling my head exactly where he wants it. His other hand finds my hip, pulling me flush against him.
I can feel how hard he is, even through his jeans.
Oh god.
When he finally pulls back, we’re both breathing hard.
“Fucking hell,” Luca mutters from his corner.
“Indeed,” James adds, his voice rougher than before.
The elevator dings.
Penthouse floor.
Right. We’re doing this.
The doors open to a private hallway. Plush carpet beneath our feet, soft lighting from wall sconces. Just one door at the end. James pulls out a keycard.
This is crazy. This is insane.
The door swings open, and I forget how to breathe.
