Rapha’s lips crashed into mine, rich with the taste of wine and bold certainty, while Nisi’s hands seared heat into my waist.
“Let yourself fall, baby,” Rapha coaxed, his words a spell. “You taste like you’re ours already.”
“We’ll catch you,” Nisi promised.
In that instant, their pull nearly silenced the warning in my chest. I wanted to believe them, to give myself to them, all of me. The sweetness of surrender was intoxicating.
But then the ‘orphanage survivalist’ in me kicked the door down.
Goodness! I had met these men this very morning!
What would they think of me now, that I’m a mere quickie?
Shame crept up, my face flushed. This feeling was strange, I never let a man come this close to me. And here was not one, but two men playing me, spiking my senses till I forgot that we we
