The Architect (Nashville Neighborhood 3)

Travis said it like he was asking me to do something ordinary, and not an action guaranteed to stoke the fire between the three of us. “Again.”

I turned my focus back to Clay, but he didn’t wait for me to instigate this time. He crushed his mouth to mine, and slid his tongue past my lips, possessing me. His deep kiss was erotic, and the way his tongue moved reminded me of how good he was at using it other places too.

The pleasure of it was wonderful and disorienting.

So, I didn’t realize Travis had set his wine down until I heard the clink of the glass against the wooden tabletop. He moved in behind me, pressing the length of his body against mine, his chest flattened to my back.

Clay didn’t back down. If anything, the proximity of the other man only made him kiss me harder. Fingertips brushed over my neck, gathering my hair, and pushing it out of his way, so Travis could tilt his head down and set his warm, damp mouth on the sensitive spot just below my ear.

I shivered.

Holy God, it was insane to have both men kissing me at the same time. When I tore my mouth away from Clay’s to gasp for air, he simply moved, trailing his lips over my cheekbone and down to the other side of my neck.

I was trapped between them, one arm around Clay’s waist and the other curled back so I could grip Travis’s hair while they kissed, and sucked, and softly nipped at me. There was literally nowhere else in the world I wanted to be. I could die a happy woman right here, right now.

They could hear how hard I was breathing, but did they feel my heart as it roared? I was lightheaded and clung to both of them, worried I might fall and take us all down.

Travis tugged at the neck of my shirt, pulling it down to expose my shoulder and his mouth followed behind, feasting on my newly exposed skin. “Let’s get you naked.”

“Yes,” I panted. “Let’s.”

While Travis tried to get in my shirt from the top, Clay’s attack was from the bottom. He slid a hand up under the hem and cupped one of my bra-covered breasts. “Should we go downstairs first?”

Travis’s mouth slowed. “I was thinking a bed might be better.” He put a hand on my hip and ground his growing erection against my ass. “Wouldn’t you like that, Lilith? Plenty of room for us to fuck you exactly how we want.”

I sagged so much, both men tightened their grip to keep me on my feet. “Yes,” I babbled. “I want that.”

Shit, I wanted it so much it was painful, and that ache only turned me on more.

“All right.” Clay’s hand slipped down out of my shirt and once he was sure I wasn’t going to topple over, he stepped back. “Grab your wine and follow me.”

There were three identical glasses on the table, and I wasn’t sure he knew which one was his, but he snatched up a glass and lead the way down the hall, stopping in front of the open door to a bedroom and casting a glance back at us.

He hadn’t gone to the stairs that lead to the guest bedrooms on the second floor. He waited for us to follow him into his bedroom.

Travis eyed the remaining wine glasses. “Which one is yours?”

My voice was urgent as I blindly grabbed a glass and took off toward Clay. “Who the hell cares? Let’s go.”

Travis’s laugh was deep and warm.

TWENTY-THREE

Clay’s bedroom was in the same state it’d been in last time. The bed wasn’t made, and the dark gray comforter spilled off to one side. The chair in the corner still had a few discarded articles of clothes on it, but otherwise his bedroom wasn’t messy.

He went to the bedside lamp and clicked it on before taking a long sip of wine and set down his glass. His focus went to the man who was surveying the room for the first time, and Clay’s tone was both playful and serious.

“You’re going to let her talk to you like that?”

“No, you’re right.” Travis gave me a firm look. “Take off your shirt and your jeans.”

The shirt was easy and fluttered to the carpet, but the jeans were harder because they molded to my legs, plus I’d have to take off my new shoes. I undid the button and dropped the zipper as Clay sat on his bed, pulled off his shoes and socks, and lounged across the mattress to watch.

I wriggled my hips, pushing down the denim, but when my jeans were wadded around my knees, Travis put a hand on my shoulder and abruptly shoved me forward. I reached out, catching myself with my hands on the mattress, leaving me bent over the end of the bed.