Page 33 of Holiday Hostage
My gaze roved his face, checking the validity of his claims. He met me look for look, a curious tilt to his head. “I’d like to seehow good you all are at sharing.” I glanced over my shoulder. “Should we wake them up?”
Maverick sat straight up in his chair, his gray eyes glittering in the depths of shadows where he watched us. “We’re awake.”
Tarron sat up next and adjusted his pants. “And enjoying the show.”
Heat swept across my body.
The mixture of embarrassment and desire set off a series of spasms in my core and down my arms.
I fisted my hand in the material of Reed’s shirt, my breaths coming hard and fast.
An aggrieved look crossed Tarron’s face. “We didn’t bring protection. We were not anticipating sex while on mission.”
“It’s okay.” I found my voice and wiggled to the edge of the rocking chair. “I’m on birth control.”
Reed’s lips covered mine.
He’d been soft and controlled earlier, but my words unleashed something in him.
He hauled me to my feet and tugged the hem of my shirt.
“Help him out, Tarron.” Maverick’s voice came from behind me, his breath brushing the shell of my ear. “I’m going to take off your pants, Payton.”
I whimpered into Reed’s mouth, my acceptance on full display when I wiggled my ass at Maverick.
Tarron made quick work of my shirt, yanking it over my head as soon as Reed broke off the kiss.
A lusty haze settled over my vision, and I forced my mind to focus on Reed.
I ran my hands down his shoulders and ribs, then further.
When I hooked my fingers in the hem of his shirt, he took a step back and helped me pull it over his tall frame.
I caught my breath as the full expanse of his chest came into view.
Tattoos covered his body, the intricate work so well done I could barely see where one tattoo ended and another began.
Firelight snapped across the designs, creating pockets of light and shadow.
I could spend hours investigating every tattooed line, then the dips and curves of his body. “You’re beautiful.” I splayed my hands over his pecs and kissed the center of his chest.
Maverick kissed my bare shoulder. “You are beautiful, Payton.”
I arched my back to give him more room to touch me.
Reed bent his head and nuzzled the space between my breasts.
A moment of hesitation froze me in place.
I loved my body.
It had done incredible things, but I was not the pixie-thin woman many men preferred.
Reed unlatched my bra and slid the straps off my shoulders. An instant later, he pulled a nipple into his mouth and sucked.
My inhibitions fell away, and I anchored my hands on his shoulders.
Maverick slid a hand around my stomach and down between my legs. “You’re wet for us.”
