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he slid his hands down her body and around, so that they held her ass, she slipped her arms around his neck.
    “Hello, sugar.” His soft greeting puffed against her face as he moved in on her.
    “Hey, cowboy.” She could smell him, was surrounded by him, and was filled suddenly with a deep, hungry craving for him.
    He grinned, his eyes mesmerizing, and then he settled his mouth on hers.
    Soft and gentle, his lips sipped at hers, brushing back and forth with a tenderness she never expected. He tasted hot, savory, and she wanted more. Unable to prevent it, a humming, yummy kind of sound vibrated out from her throat.
    He eased back, just a little. “Okay so far? Wanna go a bit deeper?”
    “Yes, and yes. I need more.”
    “Hang on to me then, sugar. Here we go.”
    Oh she’d been so right about that deep basso timbre of his voice and how it tickled all her nerve endings, nipples to clit. She wondered at his warning even as she let her hands caress the top of his back and his shoulders.
    He eased her hips closer, and she felt the ridge of his erect cock press against her stomach.
    He groaned and then put his mouth on hers again. This time, he plundered.
    With lips and tongue, Chase surrounded her with passion and drenched her in a warm, wet tasting that seduced the strength from her legs and fired her libido. His tongue swirled in her mouth again and again, and Carrie felt herself melting into him. Her heart pounded, her flesh felt electrified, and his flavor seeped into her bloodstream. This was passion, raw and new, and something never sampled.
    Her brain short-circuited, her intellect’s final words, I get it , the beginning and the middle and the end of everything. She pressed against his body, close, and then closer still as her head tilted back, her lips opened wide, and she began to drink him in as thoroughly as he drank her.
    She whimpered when he weaned his lips from hers and when he edged back just slightly. She opened her eyes. Her gaze met his and there was no mistaking the lust she read there.
    And then two hands touched her shoulders, stroked down, and turned her in to another solid masculine chest.
    “Come here, darlin’. I’ve been wanting to taste you forever.” Brian gave her no time to think. There was only time to feel, and to respond in kind.
    Carrie moaned, leaned into him, and opened her mouth wide to receive his kiss.
    Tart and tangy, hot and wet and wonderful, Brian Benedict proved as thorough a kisser, as magical a seducer as his brother.
    She’d never kissed two men in such rapid succession, and the reality of two distinct masculine flavors on her tongue, the realization of two hot, hard, denim-covered cocks pressing against her at the same time was an attraction she nearly couldn’t grasp.
    Her nipples peaked as her tongue danced a slow and sexy tango with his. Her panties felt damp and Carrie gave in to the urge to flex her pelvic floor muscles, as if she held one of their cocks within her already and needed to caress it.
    She felt hot, hungry, and horny. As the brothers Benedict continued to touch and caress, to kiss and sip, she reveled in the wonder of wanting, and being wanted.
    “Shh, darlin’. We didn’t mean to let things get so far out of hand.” Brian gathered her in and held her while Chase stroked her back in a slow, gentle caress.
    She trembled and figured that was what had pulled them from the brink.
    “Come here, sugar. We’ll sit and snuggle for a bit.”
    Carrie squeaked when Chase so easily picked her up in his arms. He carried her the short distance to the sofa and sat down, holding her on his lap.
    Carrie sighed. There was such pleasure in the simple fact of being cuddled. She couldn’t help but nuzzle her face on his chest and snuggle in even deeper. Brian had walked away, but before she could wonder where he’d gone, he returned and handed her a bottle of water.
    “Thanks.” She uncapped it and took a long drink. The trembling had stopped, but she had no