They eased me onto the floor, Rafe’s hands firm on my hips, Calder’s along my back, tilting me so the warm wood pressed against my bare skin. Heat radiated from both of them, pressing, claiming, igniting every nerve. My skin tingled under their gaze, heartbeat racing with anticipation.
Rafe’s lips found mine first. Tongues tangled, lips pressed and pulled, claiming. His hands roamed my chest, cupping, tracing the swell of my breasts, fingertips teasing the hardened tips. Calder pressed close from behind, lips and tongue trailing over my neck and shoulders, nipping and licking, leaving me shivering uncontrollably.
I arched into them, fingers tangling in Rafe’s hair, pulling him closer. Calder’s hands slid along my ribs and waist, brushing the hollow beneath my breasts, teasing, grounding
