Tangled (Playing With Fire)

He was a wonderful kisser. Drake was good, but Trevor was so much better. And when he released her, the sexy slumberous look in his gray eyes made her heart skip a beat or five.

Her mouth dropped open when she watched Trevor lean over and lock lips with Drake. She stopped dancing, stood in wide-eyed wonder as she watched the two men kiss, their big bodies crushing her in between them. It was hot, their mouths connecting again and again, lips parted and wet and she caught a flash of tongues tangling.

A shiver slithered down her spine and she realized she still held onto Drake’s neck, her face so close to the action that all she had to do was lean in.

So she did. She leaned in, and she saw Trevor move away slightly from Drake with a smile. He kissed her, his tongue licking a path across her lips before he did the same thing to Drake. And Drake did the same thing to her before he licked Trevor’s.

Oh God, it was so hot. Her panties were wet, her nipples hard and she licked her own lips, tasted both men on them. They were engrossed in each other, totally unaware of what was happening around them, and she loved it. Could hardly believe this was happening to her. Despite all of her sexual adventures throughout the years, she’d never done anything like this.

She couldn’t want to get started for real.

“We should go,” she suggested, her gaze meeting Drake’s for the briefest moment before it landed upon Trevor.

“You sure?” Trevor pulled her to him, away from Drake’s grip. His hands slid up and down her hips, curving around to smooth over her butt. “You don’t want to dance anymore?”

“I want to go back to Drake’s place and continue this,” she said, her cheeks flushing the slightest bit. She couldn’t help but be a little embarrassed over it.

“Then let’s do it.” Trevor glanced up, the men’s gazes connecting and she saw something unspoken pass between them.

“Let’s do it,” Drake echoed.

Drake’s apartment was small, sparsely furnished but nice. He led them inside without a word, flicking the lock with a final click that sounded loud in the quiet of the room. Scarlett looked at Trevor, saw the reassuring smile on his face and she reached out, squeezed his hand.

She needed the connection, the approval from this man that what they were about to embark on was all right. That no one was going to get hurt.

She went to him, wrapped her arms around his waist and pressed a lingering kiss to the heated skin of his throat. “No one is going to get hurt, right?” Her question was a replica of her worried thoughts.

“Not if we do this right,” Trevor murmured, his hands moving up and down her back in a soothing notion. “Just follow my lead, sweetheart.”

With a nod she pulled away, the trust for this man she felt nearly overwhelming her. This was going to be good. Trevor would make sure of it. He always made sure of it.

He took care of her. Despite her misgivings and bitchiness and general unpleasant behavior he always took care of her needs. Sacrificed his own in the process more than once, too. She’d been blind to it, too selfish, wrapped up in her own insecurities and worried thoughts to realize what exactly this man did for her.

Well, she was done with that. Starting tonight, starting at this very moment, she was going to show her appreciation to him. She was going to give him everything he wanted, everything he needed, worship him with her mouth and hands and body.

By the end of the night, he’d be begging for her. And she’d be begging for him. Drake would benefit, too.

Though secretly she knew he would be the one most likely to end up hurt out of all of them. She didn’t want that to happen.

“Let’s go back to my bedroom,” Drake suggested with a flick of his head.

Trevor took Scarlett’s hand, and they followed him down the short hall into a rather large bedroom dominated by a king-sized bed. Drake went to the bedside table and pulled a lighter out of the drawer, going to the dresser and lighting the few candles that sat there. Immediately the room was illuminated with flickering candlelight, giving it a sensuous, mysterious mood that made Scarlett’s skin prickle with heat.

She watched Trevor as he glanced about the room, his gaze, his stance one of command. When his gaze settled upon Drake, he gave a little nod and Drake’s eyes flared with heat. “Get undressed.” His gaze turned onto Scarlett. “You too, sweetheart.”

Without any more urging Scarlett stripped off her clothing, her breath coming fast, her heart beating a million miles a second. Trevor continued to watch her as he took off his clothes, his gaze never leaving hers and when she glanced toward Drake, catching a glimpse of his almost naked form, she saw Trevor’s jaw harden.

He went to her, his long legs taking him to her in mere seconds and she stood straighter, her breath leaving her in a ragged little sigh when he stuck his face in hers. “Look only at me, sweetheart, until I tell you not to. You do as I say.”

Her breath completely left her. God, she loved it when he got so commanding with her. Even though she’d played the irritated woman before with him, s

ecretly she loved it. It made her wet, her clit throb. She kept her gaze on him as she tugged her panties over her hips, along her legs until she had them in a crumpled little ball of fabric in her hand.

Trevor held out his hand. “Give them to me.”

She did so, and he brought them to his face. He breathed deep, a wicked smile curving his lips. “You’re wet.”

“Touch me and see,” she offered with a husky voice.