Sweet Temptation (Sweet #4)(63)

He stroked her hair tenderly, and then a cloth smoothed over her cheek and her lips.

“You want something to drink?” Risk asked huskily. He almost sounded embarrassed.

She nodded against his lap and he slid from underneath her to get up.

“I’m going to pull out now, baby,” Chris said, his tone regretful.

She was too weak to tense, and it was probably good because even relaxed, his withdrawal hurt.

Rick came back and sat on the couch beside her. She was sprawled indelicately over the cushions, but in that moment, she just didn’t care. She wanted Micah. She wanted his comfort. His love and his care.

“Here,” Rick said as he carefully lifted her to a sitting position. He put the glass to her lips and tilted it so she could sip at the cool liquid. “I meant to pull out. I wasn’t going to come in your mouth. That’s kind of uncool. Sorry.”

She smiled faintly and leaned her head against the back of the couch. “It was only uncool if you didn’t enjoy it.”

“Enjoy it? Hell, it was f**king amazing. This is the kind of shit guys fantasize about but know there’s no way in hell it’s ever going to happen. Do you have any sisters?”

She laughed. “No, sorry. I guess you’ll have to hope Micah invites you over for football again.”

“Football?” Chris asked as he sat beside her. “What football?”

“You two are good for my ego,” she said.

She glanced up, automatically searching for Micah, and saw him standing across the room with Cole. They were both watching her. Had they watched the entire time?

When their gazes met, Micah started forward, a hungry gleam in his eyes. Her ni**les automatically puckered, and Rick leaned in to suck one into his mouth. She gasped at the sensation, but her eyes never left Micah.

“Cole is ready for you,” he said as he approached.

She glanced beyond him to where Cole stood, but Cole’s expression gave nothing away.

Micah extended his hand, and she took it without hesitation.

CHAPTER 30

Micah led Angelina to a narrow, well-padded rectangular table where Cole waited. Chris and Rick pulled on their pants and stood at a short distance away.

Cole approached and stood just in front of her, his gaze devouring her. His eyes were so sexy. Deep, intense blue, sparking with so much fire that she felt the warmth to her toes.

He reached out to cup both br**sts and run his thumbs over the taut ni**les, stroking them to hard points. Unable to resist, she snuck a sideways glance at Micah, but he was gone.

“Look at me and only me,” Cole said in a stern voice.

“I’m sorry,” she said softly.

He touched her cheek and then pulled her toward him. He touched his lips to hers in one, chaste kiss.

“Come,” he said.

He lifted her up and placed her on the table, and it was then she saw Micah lighting candles on the opposite side.

“Lie back and get comfortable,” Cole urged.

She reclined, settling against the soft leather.

“Raise your arms over your head.”

Again she did as he directed.

Chris and Rick each took a hand and wrapped soft leather ties around each wrist until she was tightly bound. Micah stepped to the end of the table, spread-eagled her legs and secured her ankles to the iron loops positioned on the sides. Then he put his hand on her leg and walked up the length of the table, his palm gliding over her skin.

When he got to her br**sts, he bent down and licked one nipple. His tongue left a wet trail around the puckered flesh. He sucked, nipped and toyed with one and then the other. He was in turns exceedingly gentle and forceful, until she was ready to crawl out of her skin.

With light smooching sounds, he kissed his way to her neck and then her lips. He was warm and sweet against her tongue, and he tasted of comfort. Of love.

“Cole is quite handy with wax,” Micah murmured. “Usually this is something I’d only entrust to myself, but he’s good. Very good. I know you’ll be in good hands. Do this for me, Angel girl. I want to watch while he drapes your body in wax. I want to watch you writhe in the sweetest of pains, gasp when fire spreads across your skin and to watch your eyes when the pain turns to pleasure.”

She swallowed and nodded, not trusting herself to speak. Her entire body throbbed. She was sore. She was exhausted, and yet arousal stirred deep within. The promise of another high, one that would push her further than before.

“I don’t want you to worry,” Cole murmured next to her. “These candles have lower burning points so the wax isn’t as hot. A little pain can be extremely pleasurable. I wouldn’t risk causing you extreme pain by using unsafe candles.”

As soon as she acknowledged his statement, the room went black around her. She gasped in surprise when a blindfold covered her eyes.

“Don’t be afraid, Angel girl. I’ll be right here the whole time.”

Micah’s voice broke through her sudden apprehension, and she latched onto his strength, braced her shoulders, and a secret smile lit her lips. She wasn’t just doing this for Micah.

“Anticipation is half the pleasure,” Cole said. “Not knowing when the wax will drip onto your skin will heighten the experience.”

Every muscle in her body tensed as she waited. Breathless. Excited. Nervous as hell. Almost giddy.

And she waited. And waited.