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more than that. And it scared her, opening up to someone on such an emotional level. She wasn’t sure she could do it.
    All thought fled as his hands left her waist to travel up her sides. When his thumbs lightly stroked over her nipples, the jolt that went through her was like lightening and her back involuntarily arched into him. Her body needed more. She tore her lips from him and pulled back.
    “Just tonight.”
    Shea hoped that he understood those two words. She wanted to make love to him, but only for tonight. She wanted it more than anything in this world. In the morning, she would return to her life and try to deal with whoever was after her. This wasn’t something that could be long term. He shared with his brother, and as much as she felt the same way toward Gray, she would never be able to hide her feelings for the two of them in public. At some point, she would mess up and cause damage to their life. And Gray had made it quite clear that he wanted his lifestyle kept private.
    “No.” That one word was like a bucket of ice being dumped on her. She went to push him away, but he wound his hands into her hair and held her still. “I want more. We want more. Whatever this is—this attraction, this chemistry, this magnetism—is much more than a one-night stand.”
    “But Gray—”
    “Gray will come to know what’s important,” Ian said, never taking his eyes from hers. The determination and confidence she saw in them were staggering. “He’s had this vision of how things are supposed to be. But I know as well as you do that as this thing grows between us, it won’t be contained in some neat little box like he seems to expect it to.”
    Shea didn’t say anything, and wasn’t sure she should. He was right in a way. There appeared to be some draw between the three of them that she felt all the way to her bones, but she was afraid to reach out for it. It seemed like such a force, such a powerful thing that wanted to suck her in. It was out of her control, and that scared her.
    One of his hands untangled from her hair, and he placed it on her breast. Immediately, it swelled in response and her nipple hardened in its attempt to gain pleasure. A moan slipped past her lips, and she closed her eyes against the knowing look on his face.
    “Your body already knows what it wants,” Ian whispered. He lowered his fingers until his palm lay flat against her pussy. She knew he couldn’t miss the heat that her cunt gave off. She felt it throb underneath his hand. “But your mind needs to be aware that if we continue, we’re not letting you go.”
    He had let his question go unspoken. He was leaving the decision up to her, and she was torn. She had never felt such longing, but fear was a deep motivator. If she decided to continue, would she be hurt by Gray’s attitude? She would never want to change them, but she couldn’t change who she was either. But should she allow fear to rule her life? Would she miss the chance of having happiness?
    Shea saw the promise in his eyes and took a leap of faith. She closed the distance between them, and claimed his mouth. He never removed his hand from her hair, but he did take his other off of her pussy and wrap his arm around her waist. Lifting her up so that she had to bind her legs around his, Ian carried her over to the stool by the counter. Her heart beat faster, as Shea had thought he would have taken her to the bedroom. Not knowing what he had in mind made the anticipation that much sweeter, and she found her body responding.
    She needed his touch, and Ian didn’t disappoint. Within seconds, her underwear was somewhere on the floor and the T-shirt was whipped over her head. He never paused to give her time to think of her exposed state, but instead dropped to his knees. He situated her the way he wanted. Shea found her knees over the armrests of the stool, with her ass pulled to the edge. It gave him the perfect height to have access to her pussy, which was now dripping