She came off the swing with a surge of speed, almost too fast for him to catch her.
It was the tears. God help him, he couldn’t keep doing this to both of them.
“Summer, wait.” He grabbed her arm, pulling her back as she tried to jerk from his grip. “I’m sorry…” Horror filled him. “Oh God no. Baby. No tears…”
He couldn’t stand it. No matter how fiery their arguments in the past or how filled with outrage, he’d never made her cry.
She was in his arms when he tried to pull her back. Turning her, he had her over his lap, his head lowering, her trembling lips parting beneath his kiss on a gasp. She stilled in his hold.
Raeg groaned.
The hunger he’d fought that morning, that he’d fought far too many years was free and now he had no idea how to pull it back. And he hadn’t had enough of her yet, not enough that he could control the vicious, brutal surge of emotion and hunger that tore through him, and left him helpless against it.
* * *
What was she doing?
The thought was distant, too far away to really affect the instantaneous effect of Raeg’s kiss to her senses. His lips slanted over hers, his tongue finding hers and, with devastating eroticism, just licking against it.
Her arms slid to his shoulders, then to his neck, her fingers sliding into his hair to clench the shortened strands.
She’d dreamed of this, of his kiss, but she’d had no idea of the pleasure until the other night, and now she found she ached for it. It was incredible. It was hot and sensual, and the feel of him holding her, bending her back to the covered mattress of the swing bed, and coming over her was …
Oh God …
He settled between her thighs, the thick, hard ridge of his erection riding between her thighs, exciting her clit more than it was already, sending moisture flooding the inner recesses of her sex.
Swollen breasts and hard nipples pressed into his chest, and despite the clothes separating them, the friction was exquisite. And oh so good.
Falcon had taken her hours ago, but Raeg hadn’t. He’d watched, his gaze hot and dark with his need to join them, but he’d only watched, only hungered. And he’d left her missing him.
She tilted her hips into him, her thighs clenching on his hips, whimpering cries leaving her lips as one broad hand clenched her hip, the other sliding up her side to cup the curve of her breast. His thumb brushed over the distended peak of her nipple and the surge of sensation that tore from the sensitive tip to her clit was almost orgasmic.
Almost.
She wanted more than “almost.” She wanted the dark edge of coming ecstasy to completely overtake her, to fill every particle of her and leave her sated once again. Maybe, if she were lucky, her fascination for him and his brother and their drugging kisses would go away then.
Something had to make it go away before she completely lost herself in it, because she knew there was no future in it. If she hadn’t known it before, she knew it now. Knew it, and still she was helpless, mesmerized by his lips on hers, his tongue stroking against hers, his hips moving between her thighs, pushing her so close to that edge …
“Summer, dammit, Daddy’s coming…” Aunjenue hissed from outside the shield of the tree. “Hurry…”
Raeg jumped from her as though someone had struck a fire to his ass. Before Aunjenue’s warning finished, he was standing several feet from her while she struggled to sit up, to bring some order to her clothing, her hair.
Oh God, what had she done?
Lifting her gaze, she felt a flush burn from her neck to her hairline, horror filling her at the sight of her daddy glaring at Raeg from where he stood, half in and half out of the shield of willow limbs that trailed along the ground. Behind him, Falcon lifted his head to the heavens, his eyes closing momentarily before his head lowered again and he too met her gaze.
Arousal, satisfaction, and compassion mixed in the pale blue of his eyes.
Still fighting to breathe, she looked from Raeg, to Falcon, then back to her daddy in horror as she struggled to her feet, feeling as though she were coming off a drunk that made no sense.
“I…” she swallowed tightly.
Oh God, what could she say? How could she ever explain her total lack of control? That she’d actually let her daddy catch her …
She was completely mortified.