Body Shots (Masters of Pleasure 2)

Leaning down, his hot breath against her ear, Trent whispered, “Don’t be embarrassed, baby. You’re beautiful. Feeling your sweet curves against me is driving me right out of my mind.” He lifted his head, his gaze so dark she barely saw the pupils. “I’m not going to do anything about it. Not unless you want me to. Do you want me to, Crystal?”

“I—I don’t know.”

“Are you a little turned on?” he whispered against her ear.

“Maybe,” she confessed. “But we’re strangers, Trent.”

“Yes, but I want to change that. Tonight.”

Crystal shrugged. “I don’t know. I’ve never done this before.”

“Maybe we should find out where this could go.”

“Trent’s right.”

Crystal froze at the deep baritone coming from directly behind her. Turning her head, she saw Mac, and he was close. Close enough she could smell his clean masculine scent and see the tension riding him.

The ramifications of what they were saying hit her at once. “Both of you?” Her nipples hardened, as if begging to be touched, tasted, played with by Mac and Trent both.

Mac cupped the back of her neck. It was a strong, possessive hold. She couldn’t move. “You sound surprised, angel.”

“Surprised barely covers it,” she said, and her voice sounded husky. Damn it, she sounded aroused. “You two must have had too much to drink or something.” Lighten the mood, she lectured herself.

Mac tsked. “Nah, Trent never drinks and I only had a few sips of a light beer earlier.”

“Come upstairs with us,” Trent whispered. “Where we can be alone. We can talk about this in private.”

“Talk?” she asked, turned on despite her suspicions.

“Talk, nothing more. Unless it’s what you want,” he added. “I promise.”

“You have our word, angel,” Mac said, adding his two cents to Trent’s. “The ball’s in your court.”

“But you don’t deny you want me. Both of you. At once.” She said it quietly, but still it felt like all eyes were on her.

“We won’t lie to you,” Trent said. “Having you beneath us is something we desperately want, Crystal.”

Crystal slapped a hand over her eyes. “Oh God. I must be insane to even consider this.”

Mac pried her hand away, a tender smile on his face. “Insane because you like the idea?”

She couldn’t lie, not about this. “Well, it’s not exactly a turnoff,” she answered, her voice quivering. From fear or excitement? Both, she suspected.

Trent’s arms tightened, and Mac’s silver gaze blazed with passion. “Follow me,” Mac growled.

Mac gestured to someone. Making arrangements for someone to hold down the fort? Most likely. Heat filled her cheeks when the man’s gaze darted her way for a split second. As Mac started out of the room, Trent wrapped a hand around her smaller one, then led her toward the doorway. Her legs shook. She was really doing this. Going upstairs with Trent and Mac. Would they make love to her? Both powerful men? She couldn’t even begin to wrap her head around it. Crystal had no experience with the wilder side of life. What would they expect from her, and would she even be able to satisfy them? Suddenly Trent stopped and cupped her chin in his large, gentle grip. “Stop thinking it to death. We only want what you want. We’re not going to do anything that makes you uncomfortable.”

His gaze dropped to her chest. His nostrils flared as he muttered, “So sweet. So tempting.”

“So out of my depth,” she muttered.

Trent brought her hand to his lips and kissed it. Without another word, he took her to the stairs. Halfway up he stopped her again, murmuring, “Tell me, baby, are you wet right now? Is your pussy eager for my touch?”

“Trent.” She had no idea what she was going to say. She had no words to describe the feelings rioting inside her in that moment.

“Mac and I are going to make you feel so damn good. Every sexy inch of you, Crystal.”

She had to make him understand. He had to know she wasn’t this daring. That she’d never been wild or uninhibited in bed. She swiveled on her heel, nearly tumbling right off the step had Trent not reached out and grabbed her around the waist. “I’ve never . . . this isn’t—”