Page 123 of Light My Fire Three Times
“You’re incandescent,” he murmurs.
Jesse’s lips find mine again, warm and demanding. I slide my hands under his shirt, nails skimming over pale skin until I free the last button. The cotton falls away, and his chest presses into mine, taut with heat. My pulse hammers in my ears, and I lean in, as if I could melt into him.
Beside us, Leo’s mouth traces my neck, his lips feather-light, then firm. His breath tastes of dark chocolate and something sharp. Spice or danger, I can’t tell.
One hand slides down my hip, the other catching the hem of my sweater, tugging it off. His fingers press into the soft curve of my lower back, and I shudder at the contact.
“You’re mine,” he murmurs against my ear, each word vibrating through my spine. “All mine.”
The words coil around me, pleasure seeping from every nerve.
A soft thud sounds as clothes hit the floor. I stand bare and trembling, their eyes tracing the line of my throat, down to my navel, across my thighs.
My breath comes in short, wet flickers against their skin, my body arching toward them.
“Please,” I gasp, cracking. “I’m begging.”
Leo chuckles low, dangerous, his pupils dark as night.
“Beg?” He drags a fingertip along my hipbone, then dips lower, brushing the juncture of my leg and pelvis. The scrape of calloused skin makes me gasp. “Oh, you will beg.”
Jesse’s hand slides up my throat, his fingers tightening just enough to make me inhale sharply.
“You’ll scream my name first,” and the promise in his tone sends heat pooling behind my eyes.
I don’t wait. My hands skim over Jesse’s torso, under his arms, following the ridges of muscle at his sides. Each fingertip feels the tremor of his arousal.
My thumb catches the waistband of his jeans, tugging them down in one smooth motion.
He inhales sharply, lashes fluttering, his gaze flicking to mine, lips parting in a feral smile as I wrap my fingers around him.
His low groan rumbles through my chest, vibrating up into my fingertips.
Leo moves closer, his body heat sinking into mine. I trail my hands along his chest, tracing the ridged line of his sternum, the flex of his abs.
I yank his shirt over his head, breath caught at the sight of him.
By the time I reach Karl, my hands are slick with desire. His presence is a slow burn—broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist, every line of him taut with restrained power.
I slide my fingers into his waistband, pulling it down slowly. His breath hitches, dark eyes locking with mine in challenge.
When Leo’s teeth close over my shoulder, the heat is so acute my knees go slack. I am instantly surrounded.
Leo’s arms were strong around my waist, Jesse’s hands splayed across my thighs, Karl’s solid chest pressing us together in some impossible geometry.
My body is a magnet for their touch, a fevered element burning among them.
Karl tucks his arms under my thighs, Leo steadying my hips, Jesse caging my wrists as they carry me. For a second, I am weightless, then the couch catches me, cushions yielding beneath the combined force of us.
I land in a delirious tangle of limbs. Heat, skin, hearts pounding.
There is no talk of Ivy, no outside world. The only truth is this moment, here, now, etched into my skin with every touch, every sigh.
Leo moves first, his mouth trailing a path from my throat to my collarbone as his hands pull my hips forward, making me nearly lose my balance. I clutch at him, nails scoring his back, and his groan splits me open with want.
Meanwhile, Jesse slips behind, hands threading into my hair. He tugs, just enough to force my head back, making me meet his impossible gray eyes.
He sinks to his knees, his mouth at my sternum, tongue circling beneath my ribs.
