Sweet Seduction (Sweet #3)(41)

Cole's gentle smile of understanding just further served to show her what an idiot she was being. He tugged away the sleeves, and his appreciative stare warmed her naked skin as the robe fell away.

"I'll replace the blindfold," he said as he reached for the sash. "But first I want to taste. Just one taste."

He hesitated long enough for her to protest if that was her wish before he lowered her to the bed until her back pressed against the rumpled covers. There was a hungry, almost primal look to his eyes that puckered her ni**les long before he lowered his mouth to take one.

Warm and light, his lips circled the straining knot. He sucked lightly at first and then harder. His tongue lapped over the tip but he never broke suction.

Her belly knotted and desire ran crazy circles in her belly and slithered lower into her pelvis. Her clit puckered, her pu**y clenching and straining.

"You don't play fair," she groaned.

His eyes gleamed. "Never forget it."

He kissed her lips, not waiting for her to respond in kind before lifting away from her again.

He secured the sash around her eyes, and the room went dark once more. He touched her gently on the cheek and then retreated, his footsteps sounding farther away until the door opened and he left the room.

She only spared a brief moment of regret, interrupted when the door opened again. Her breath caught as a quiver of excitement slipped down her spine.

They were back.

Chapter 18

Nathan strode in the bedroom after glaring holes through a departing Cole. Having to stand outside while Cole put the moves on Julie, his Julie, and pretend that nothing was going on had him busting a nut.

Micah nudged him and shook his head. In other words, calm the f**k down.

He held his hands out in front of him and stared as if he could will himself to stop shaking. He didn't want to touch Julie while so much anger rushed through him.

Possessive. Who knew he had such a possessive streak? If asked, he'd have never thought he was the jealous type. Too much mental energy involved. And what woman was worth that kind of aggravation?

He sucked in several breaths and focused his attention on the bed where Julie lay. Instantly his anger was replaced by a red-hot haze of lust. All he had to do was look at the woman and he was a walking hard-on.

He snuck a look at Micah who, while not unmoved by the sight of Julie, didn't exhibit the insanity that Nathan felt. No, Micah was Micah. Cool as a cucumber. Which was fine with him, because he'd rather Micah not feel the same rioting emotions toward Julie.

It was for that reason that he'd been able to watch Micah touch her.

Micah glanced back as if seeking permission, and when Nathan didn't press forward, Micah reached for Julie's hand.

Curious as to what Micah had in mind, he stood back as Micah pulled Julie to her feet to stand beside the bed. He could see her trembling from his vantage point, and he wanted to soothe her, to let her know he wasn't going to allow anything to happen that she didn't want. But then he realized it was excitement, not fear, when her ni**les beaded and formed hard points.

She clutched Micah's hand trustingly as he guided her toward the middle of the room. He stopped her and lowered her hand to her side. He touched her cheek and held a finger over her lips in a signal that they'd be just a moment.

Then he stepped back and looked over at Nathan as he reached for the fly of his jeans.

Still curious and feeling more than a bit naive, Nathan shucked his clothes, but still he waited for what Micah would do.

When Micah tossed the last of his clothing away, he reached out to touch Julie's shoulder. With a firm grip, he pushed downward until she got the message and bent her knees, sliding gracefully to the floor.

Nathan frowned, then hurried over to the bed to get a pillow. He came back and motioned for Micah to lift her back up. Confusion riddled Julie's features until he tucked the pillow under her knees and then she smiled her thanks.

Now that her mouth was directly in line with his cock, he knew exactly what Micah had in mind. So did his dick. It surged upward, straining outward just an inch from her lips.

Nathan touched her hair, running his fingers through the strands that hadn't been tied down by the sash. With a shaking hand, he cupped her chin and angled her so that his c**k was aimed at her lips.

A delicate, feminine sound escaped her mouth as she parted her lips. Was there ever a sweeter torture for a man?

When she sucked lightly as he slid into her mouth, he had his answer. It just didn't get any sweeter.

He rose up on tiptoe in order to get as deep into her throat as he could. His ass tightened, his balls tightened, he was one big muscle spasm from head to toe as she flicked her tongue over the head of his dick.

Wanting to make it as easy for her and as pleasurable for him, he cupped her face between his hands and held her gently in place while he f**ked back and forth.

Like quicksilver, his release gathered, fiery and sharp. He pulled away abruptly and pinched the head of his dick between his fingers. Christ, he'd been in her mouth all of a minute and he was ready to blow his top.

Micah moved in, nudging her chin over. She turned, blindly seeking him even as she reached a hand to steady herself on Nathan's leg. Her touch reassured him, steadied him as Micah found her mouth and sank deep.

It did odd things to him, watching his friend f**k his woman's mouth. It appalled and aroused him in equal parts until, quite frankly, he wasn't sure what the hell he thought about the whole thing.