A Sinful Trap (Three Sinful Wishes 2)

When his fingers speared her damp hair to hold her still for his kiss, she melted into his touch with a moan. There it was. Her submission. Her emotions barely brushed against his, still wary, but she couldn’t hide her arousal. She reacted so perfectly, it stirred the predator inside him to claim what he knew was his.

She pulled away and he snarled in protest, until he realized it was Davide, tugging her shirt over her head.

“You want her naked, Cam. We want her naked, so I’m helping. Carry on.”

Bailey was kissing him again, the smile curving her lips for Davide disappearing as she explored Cam’s mouth with a curiosity that quickly turned to hunger and heat.

Cam’s grip tightened in her hair, tilting her head back and forcing her lips to widen for a deeper taste. He was exquisitely aware of Davide’s presence as he skillfully removed Bailey’s flowery bra and cupped her breasts, making her whimper.

When he moved to reposition her on the couch, pulling her up to her hands and knees, Cam was ready. He followed, keeping his mouth on hers as he sat on the cushion in front of her, taking her breath and giving her his in exchange.

He opened his eyes just in time to see Davide reaching for her socks.

“Take off everything else, but leave those on,” he ordered gruffly against her mouth.

“I like them, too.” Davide changed course, stripping off her shorts and underwear, leaving her in nothing but her pink-and-white knee-highs. Then he began kissing and licking his way down her spine.

“What’s he doing?” she asked, her hazel eyes dark and glazed with arousal. “What are you doing to me?”

Couldn’t she tell they were loving her, showing her how much they needed her?

“We’re worshipping you,” Davide murmured between samples of her lovely skin. “And feasting. You’re delicious, Bailey. I licked my fingers after making you come the other day, but it wasn’t enough. Can I kiss you, sweet?”

He nipped at her ass, leaving her in no doubt where he wanted his lips, and she looked over her shoulder. Her own lips parted when he squeezed her cheeks and spread them, staring hungrily at what he’d revealed.

Cam’s ass clenched in response. He knew that look and the pleasure that followed it. They both did. Was she remembering what happened yesterday in the kitchen?

“Yes,” she told Davide. Or was she answering Cam’s unspoken question?

“You’re so pretty here, and already so wet for us,” Davide said, his nostrils flaring. “I’ve been wanting to get you out of your clothes for days. To hold this ass in my hands with nothing between us.”

“Cam still has his clothes on,” she pointed out, gasping when he spanked her lightly in response.

“My Dear Ms. Wagner, I’m afraid I have my hands full at the moment and I really need to sink my teeth into this project, so I’ll leave that job to you. Sincerely, D.”

She was giggling and breathless when she turned back to Cam, and his own breath stalled in his lungs. Sunlight, he thought again. How had he ever believed he could let her go? “You want me naked?”

“Yes, please.” She pressed her lips to his jaw, kissing his chin as she clumsily tugged at his shirt. “I love that dimple.” She kissed it again. “I’ve wanted to lick it since I met you. Take your shirt off, Boot Boy.”

Cam didn’t need to be asked twice, ripping his shirt in his haste to remove it.

“Gorgeous mountain,” she muttered, kissing his shoulder. His chest. Anything she could reach. “You’re so big everywhere. I think I need to see it again.”

Her lips on his skin made him feel as hot as her request. His hands were already fumbling with the button on his tight jeans to give her what she wanted and get some relief when she tensed and let out a loud groan.

“D,” she gasped. Her forehead dropped to Cam’s knee, giving him a clear view of her pale back, the round curve of her ass, and Davide’s face buried between her thighs from behind.

He caressed the back of her head as he toed off his shoes and unzipped his pants. The sounds Davide was making as he explored her wet sex sent a shudder through Cam, and he inhaled deeply, reveling in their combined arousal. Davide and Bailey.

Mine. Both of them are mine.

He tightened his fingers in her hair. “Now you know why I can’t resist his mouth. Tell me what he’s doing to you.”

She lifted her head enough to kiss his stomach, swirling her tongue through the dark trail of hair leading into his pants.

Cam sucked in another hot breath. “Fuck! I said tell me.”

“Showing you.” Bailey smiled against his flesh before groaning again. “Can’t talk. His tongue is…” She sucked hard on his stomach and Cam trembled, skimming his hand down her back until he could push Davide’s curls off his forehead.