Voyeur - Lacey Alexander [83]
“You have”—Tommy leaned closer to her, drawing her attention back to him—“icing on your mouth.” Reaching up, he gently swiped it away with one finger—then held it out to her.
Wrapping her hand around his, she drew his finger near and licked the chocolate away. Fresh excitement blazed through her, making her stomach tighten as she broke a sexy gaze with Tommy to look at Braden.
Her lover’s expression dripped with such dark desire that she felt it pooling within her, beginning to fill her. “Still a little more,” Braden said, his deep voice barely audible as he leaned over to lick a bit of remaining icing from the corner of her mouth.
“Oh . . .” she heard herself sigh as pleasure fluttered downward. And she began to understand—fully now, and with no real fear—that this was going to happen. And that she was going to let it.
“More wine?” Tommy asked, noticing her glass was nearly empty again.
Sounded like a good idea. “Yes.”
“I’ll open another bottle,” Braden announced and rose, partially clearing the table as he went. Tommy and Laura got up, too.
When Laura automatically began to help, stacking plates together, Braden touched her arm. “Leave it, honey. You and Tommy go in the living room, chat a little more.”
She didn’t answer, just put down the plates and picked up her wineglass to join Braden’s friend where he now stood peering into the vast darkness out the floor-to-vaulted-ceiling window. Getting up had suddenly made her feel the alcohol a bit more, but she didn’t mind.
“You live up there, correct?” She looked to the right, up the mountain, lifting a finger in that direction.
He pointed. “You can see my security light from here. Do you see it?”
She looked, but trees seemed to be blocking the light from her view. “No. Where?”
Tommy set his wineglass on the desk, then positioned himself behind her, placing his strong hands at her waist and turning her body just slightly. “It’s hard to spot—you have to catch it at just the right angle through the pines.” His breath came warm on her neck as he spoke, and the warmth spread downward.
Although the strangest sensation struck her just then: she liked Tommy a lot, but if she were here alone with him now, just the two of them, she wouldn’t be nearly so anxious to fool around. Tommy was hot, but it was Braden’s presence, Braden’s desire for this, that made her want it, too, and that made Tommy’s nearness so exciting, his touches so tantalizing.
“You haven’t seen us fucking in the window, have you?” she asked. Another wave of warmth passed through her at her own shocking brazenness.
His hands remained firm at her waist, his body grazing hers from behind. “You fucked in the window?”
She nodded, still peering out into the black, aware that he was beginning to grow hard against her ass. She supposed if anything would make her pull away at this point, it was that—but she didn’t move. “Right over there,” she said softly, pointing. “Next to the telescope.”
“No, I didn’t see.” His voice had deepened, and his musky scent enveloped her. “But I would have liked to.”
She dared to peer over her shoulder at him, to meet his eyes, that close. “Braden asked me if it excited me to know someone somewhere might be watching.”
“What did you say?”
Her own voice came out surprisingly raspy. “I said yes.”
She didn’t flinch when Tommy lowered a gentle kiss to her shoulder, his mustache teasing her skin. He whispered softly in her ear. “Is this okay? For me to touch you?”
I think so.
But no, no doubts—only certainty. “Yes.”
It felt no less than surreal as he delivered another small kiss in the same spot, but this time she leaned her head to the side, arching her neck for him, thinking, This is really happening, really happening. And if any last vestiges of fear lingered inside her, they disappeared when she glanced toward the kitchen and found Braden watching. As always, his eyes fueled her.
He dropped the dish towel in his hand to the dining table and stepped into the living room. He moved his