The ruthless, powerful thrusts of Grey’s finger triggered a chain reaction in her, sent her galloping to the very peak of bliss.
His stubble chafed the skin of her throat as he rubbed his jaw against her like a lion, breathing on her, licking. “Ask me for what you want, Antonia.”
Stubbornly, she didn’t. His finger left her weeping cleft, and she dazedly brought her head up. Grey pushed his finger into her mouth. “Suck. Taste yourself. Tangy. Sweet.” She tasted, felt his groan vibrate around the booth.“It tells me all I need to know,” he rasped through his throat, “but I want your mouth to say it. I want to hear how hot, how wild, my lover is.”
Oh, god. She was wild. Unashamedly wild. “Why?”
“It turns me on.”
His devastating words, combined with the knowledge that the mouthwatering Heath Solis was watching, caused fire tornadoes all over her. It took all her effort to squirm away from her blatantly tempting lover, struggling to compose herself. “This isn’t the place for this.This is . . . We came here to eat and . . . talk.”
Yes. Eat and talk. Like civilized people who did not do . . . threesomes.
“No, we didn’t.” Grey leaned back in his seat, his jaw set at an obstinate angle, his breathing not quite back to normal as he searched inside his pocket. “Heathcliff?”
“Grey?”
Grey slammed his palm on the table, his long, tanned fingers sliding across the linen, up to the center. The startling second he uncovered the shiny red sash tightly balled beneath them, her heart flew up to her throat.
Her eyes flicked up to Grey’s, and her chest hurt so intensely she thought she’d expire. “Why are you doing this?” she whispered.
She thought he wouldn’t answer. He stared at her lips, and she expected him to kiss her, but instead he quietly raised his eyes. What she saw in them made her heart leap. “You want it. And I want to give it to you.”
I love you.
The words blasted into her mind, shocking the breath out of her. Words unspoken between them, but a fulmination in his eyes, rushing with his touch when he ran his knuckles down her cheek. Her insides jelled, the muscles in her body quivering.
“You want it,” he repeated, his voice throbbing with emotion.
Toni’s heart vaulted in her chest. He was in love with her. He was. Somehow she had slipped into his heart; that cold, hard heart to which her own seemed to beat. The knowledge burst through her in an explosion, beautiful, earth-shattering.
She jerked her eyes back to the sash and sent her hand flying. She crushed the satin under her palm, reclaiming it as hers.
A cryptlike stillness spread.
And Heath. Wicked, sinful Heath Solis set his enormous, callused hand over hers. “Toni.” He stroked the back of her fingers with his and her pulse hitched. “Grey wants this. I want this. You want this, too.”
She looked into his eyes.The dark eroticism in his gaze skimmed through her blood. Oh, god—she wanted sin, ecstasy, bliss. She wanted Grey; she wanted Heath. A part of her demanded that she clutch her sash protectively to her chest, and a part of her wanted Heath to have it.The part that screamed, Yes, yes, you’re a hot, wicked devil of a man and I’m not in a coma, and I want you and my luscious, delicious lover to take me until I scream.
Her mind raced. She hauled her gaze back to the molten gold of Grey’s. She wanted a bedroom. A closet. Somewhere she could tear off the dress chafing her skin, rip the clothes off Grey. Heath. She would scream when they entered her. She would feel relief.
When she spoke, her voice hummed with arousal.“You’ve done this before, haven’t you? Threesomes?”
; Grey seemed ready to smile. “I have.”
Her lungs hardened like stones in her chest as she pictured him with two beautiful women. “With whom?”
“Heath.”
A shock of excitement burst through her. The image of these two breathtaking men, naked and surrounding fortunate little her, made her insides knot. But she could still not seem to let go of her sash. “Heath, and who else?”
“Women.”
Of course.
Toni would not expect a handsome, successful, powerful man like Grey to have the sex life of a choirboy, but the realization, the reminder, of how experienced, how worldly he was made her stomach grip.“How many women?”