Lia arched forward, pushing her chest toward Travis’s face. Every nerve ending flared as the hint of his lips whispered over her skin. Her mouth opened on a quiet moan and her head dropped back as his lips closed over her nipple.
“Omigod,” she breathed.
Cam’s big hand once again cupped her jaw and turned her toward him, and his mouth lowered over hers.
His lips—so firm and smooth—touched and teased before his tongue joined in and demanded entry.
As soon as she acquiesced to the demand, he buried his other hand in her hair and devoured.
She would forever associate Cam’s unique flavor with the mildest bite of whiskey. Her tongue dueled with his, and she leaned into him, moaning as Travis cupped one breast and kneaded while his tongue flicked and circled her nipple.
The sensations coming from both parts of her body were overwhelming. So long without any sensual contact with a man, and now she was overloading—from just a kiss and a man playing with her breasts.
The overload didn’t scare her. No, it made her want to fan the flame—take it higher, hotter, further. She wanted more. More touch, more taste, more sensation. She wanted it all.
Lia threw herself into the kiss and pushed her chest out into Travis’s touch. Her hands shot out, one burying in Cam’s hair and the other gripping Travis’s shoulder.
Travis must have thought her touch meant to stop, because he lifted his head.
She pulled back from Cam’s mouth. “Don’t stop. Why are you stopping?”
Her eyes flicked open and swung to Travis.
“You don’t want me to stop?” he asked.
Breathlessly, she replied, “No. Don’t stop.”
Travis looked to Cam. “Want to move this to your bedroom?”
His words brought no fear—just a rush of molten heat between her legs. Without waiting for Cam’s response, Lia pushed herself to her feet and took a step in the direction of the bedrooms.
A calloused hand wrapped around her wrist.
“Hold on, sweetheart.” Cam’s voice held a note that she couldn’t identify. There was desire, but also … caution.
Lia tossed a glance over her shoulder. “I don’t want to hold on, unless it’s to both of you.”
Cam pulled her back, and then turned her to face them. “We’re not having sex tonight.”
“Wait, what? Why not?” Lia sputtered.
“Because we’re not jumping into this a million miles an hour. We’re going to take it slow. We’re in no hurry, and we’re going to savor this. Savoryou.”
“But what if I want—”
Cam’s expression darkened. “I told you we would call the shots. Consider this us doing that.”
“But—”
Travis reached out and squeezed her other hand with his. “But nothing. We’ve waited this long, one more night isn’t going to kill any of us.” The corners of his mouth curled into a smile as he glanced to Cam and then back to Lia. “But that doesn’t mean we aren’t going to tease you until you come harder than you’ve ever come in your life.”
Heat burned Lia’s cheeks, but it was a punch of lust, not embarrassment, that was driving it. As of right now, she’d made the decision to check her inhibitions and shyness at the door.
“Okay.”
Both men rose, and between them, Lia felt sheltered and tiny. At 5’6”, she wasn’t used to feelingsmall—at least not in the normal world, but here at the ranch, all of the men seemed to be giant, so feeling short wasn’t a new development. But when two had men flanked her before, her instincts would riot, sending panic racing through her. But right now—between these two men? She felt nothing but content. She loved that they were big and strong and able to protect her.
Cam slid his fingers through hers, and Travis gripped her other hand. Together, they walked toward the bedroom, with Cam leading the way. Crossing the threshold, her eyes landed on the king-sized bed, covered in a navy blue quilt, taking up the majority of the room.