want.” Berenger took her arm. “Does his touch feel good?”
Her arm stopped trying to block him, but she stumbled, leaning into Berenger as she caught her balance. “It feels good.”
“Then relax. Let us touch you in all the right places.” Berenger’s arm rose to block any view of what Kassius did.
She laughed. The low, husky sound sent an image of a warm bed and hot sex through Kassius’s mind. He hoped they could make the vision a reality. Soon. It took all his concentration to follow the sway and twist of the dance instead of picking her up and taking her out of the club.
“You can’t touch me in all the right places here,” she said.
He could hear the teasing in her voice and was thrilled her mood was light enough for her to provoke him. On the next step, he glided closer to her, pressing his entire body against her before easing back.
Kassius leaned in to whisper against her ear. He grazed his teeth across her earlobe. “Maybe not, but I think I can make you hot enough to wish we were somewhere else.”
He stroked back and forth over her nipple. He could feel it hardening with every pass. Capturing it between two fingers, he squeezed the peak. A small sound broke from her lips. He loved it. He wanted her to ache and need their touch.
As the song ended, both he and Berenger stepped back. They guided her to the table while another song began. Sephanie slid into the booth and took a long drink of her cocktail. A flush highlighted her cheekbones. He let his gaze wander lower. Her chest rose and fell rapidly. He knew exertion hadn’t cause that gorgeous glow.
Teague and Berenger took her out onto the dance floor after she’d had a little rest. They continued teasing her. Kassius couldn’t see exactly what Berenger’s hands were doing because of Teague’s blocking arm, but he knew they were still arousing her. Time away from her soft, sweet body wasn’t helping to calm his hunger. His body remained hard and eager.
When they returned to the table, Sephanie had an arm around Teague, and her lips gleamed as if she’d recently run her tongue over them. Teague smiled down at her. His palm settled low on her hip, cupping her ass.
“Do you intend to back out, or are you going to say it, Sephanie?” Berenger put a hand on her shoulder.
Kassius focused on the two men more than he had before and noticed they watched her intently. They did seem to be waiting for something from her. What had she said to them out there on the dance floor? A few possibilities popped into his mind. While her begging them to make her come wasn’t likely, he thought her completely backing away was also improbable.
She took a deep breath. Her pink tongue edged out and slicked over her lips. “I want you to take me…”
Her voice trailed off. He waited for her to finish her sentence, but she stood there. At the words take me , the only thing he could think of was with pleasure , but he knew she probably meant to say more.
“Take you where?” Finally, when it seemed she would remain silent, Kassius gave in to the urge to prompt her.
“Your house, my house, somewhere.” The words spilled from her.
He stood. “Are you sure?”
“You three spend most of the night tempting and tormenting me, making me ache for you. And you ask me if I’m sure? It’s either go with you somewhere, or you take me home and I take care of this myself.” Her voice wavered, but she leaned forward. She narrowed her eyes, and her mouth firmed.
He laughed. “Well, we can’t have you going home and taking care of it yourself. That would ruin our plans for you.”
“You have plans for me?” She raised a brow.
“Plans, hopes, whatever you want to call them. We intend to take you home and see how you look in the middle of our bed,” Kassius said slowly. He hoped she wouldn’t shy away, but if she did, he knew they’d leave her at her home and work on deepening their relationship next time.
“My house is closer.” She licked her
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