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arms.
"Bedroom?” he asked, not taking his dark eyes off her face.
Rowdy darted around them and walked through the door she had left open. Dolan followed, his boots making a dull sound as they struck the floor.
Inside the room, he allowed her to slide down his frame. For a moment he held her close, and then he released her and stepped away. A cool breeze reminded her that she stood before him in only her thong, silk stockings and stilettos.
A moment of discomfort swarmed her as he reached for the hem of his T-shirt. As he pulled his shirt over his head, Tracy breathed in the sight of him. Broad and muscular, his washboard abs begged her to reach out and touch. It didn't help that the light covering of hair on his chest narrowed into a thin line that trailed down his firm stomach and disappeared into his jeans where an impressive bulge caught her eye.
Oh my , she thought but remained silent, unmoving.
"Come here.” The dominance in his voice made her pulse leap and her feet move. As if they were on autopilot they carried her straight into his arms.
Their chests met, skin to skin. She gasped. Dolan's body heat bled into her as hundreds of goose bumps rose across her skin, even the dark ring around her nipples pimpled. The way he rubbed his torso against her was so sensual—so hot.
Now this was heaven.
"I'll take some of that.” Rowdy stepped behind her. Dolan placed his hands on her arms as Rowdy cuddled close. Her eyes widened. The fact he, too, had taken off his T-shirt and she hadn't noticed surprised her. Yet she didn't miss the warmth of his chest moving erotically against her back or the nibble on her shoulder as his palms rested on her hips.
Tracy almost laughed. The apprehension she had experience earlier about being with these two men at once was gone. In fact, she was looking forward to the moment their bodies came together. Just the thought of them filling her made her wet, ready.
"Damn,” Rowdy cursed, releasing her. She broke the gaze between her and Dolan and glanced over her shoulder. “Boots. Once I get started I don't plan on stopping.” He wagged his brows playfully.
Dolan must have felt the same way because he stepped away and sat on the bed to take his boots off, too. Their absence left her feeling exposed. She crossed her arms over her bare chest.
"Don't hide those lovely breasts from us, darlin'.” Dolan tossed a boot and sock aside. “You're breathtaking.” The fire burning in his eyes confirmed his words.
She inhaled a breath, her nipples growing taut as she dropped her arms to her side. The creak of a nightstand drawer caught her attention and she looked just in time to see Rowdy extracting something from it. Hand hidden behind his back, he flashed a devilish grin, before he closed the drawer.
What was he up to?
She didn't have time to ponder the thought as Dolan approached on predatory steps that made her heart beat faster. She wanted him—knew she had to have him when he stopped several feet away.
His gaze fell from her face to her hips. “Thong. Off."
A demand—not a request.
His arrogance should have infuriated her, yet a flood of arousal was the result. Plus she loved the deep rumble in his throat when he revealed, “I need you naked.” He paused, staring at her with a heat that shimmered over her skin. As if it were an afterthought, he added, “Leave the stockings and stilettos."
Not a thread of hesitation rose. She shoved her thumbs between the silky material and her hips when warm hands stopped hers. Glancing over her shoulder, Rowdy smiled. “Here.” He nuzzled her neck. “Let me do it."
Achingly slow, he inched the thong down her hips, past her thighs and legs until the material circled her ankles. He nudged her foot and she raised it allowing him to remove the last of her clothing.
Tracy Marx was gorgeous.
Legs parted, standing in only stockings and heels, she looked like a succubus hell bent on seducing him. For a moment he wished he was Rowdy,
"Bedroom?” he asked, not taking his dark eyes off her face.
Rowdy darted around them and walked through the door she had left open. Dolan followed, his boots making a dull sound as they struck the floor.
Inside the room, he allowed her to slide down his frame. For a moment he held her close, and then he released her and stepped away. A cool breeze reminded her that she stood before him in only her thong, silk stockings and stilettos.
A moment of discomfort swarmed her as he reached for the hem of his T-shirt. As he pulled his shirt over his head, Tracy breathed in the sight of him. Broad and muscular, his washboard abs begged her to reach out and touch. It didn't help that the light covering of hair on his chest narrowed into a thin line that trailed down his firm stomach and disappeared into his jeans where an impressive bulge caught her eye.
Oh my , she thought but remained silent, unmoving.
"Come here.” The dominance in his voice made her pulse leap and her feet move. As if they were on autopilot they carried her straight into his arms.
Their chests met, skin to skin. She gasped. Dolan's body heat bled into her as hundreds of goose bumps rose across her skin, even the dark ring around her nipples pimpled. The way he rubbed his torso against her was so sensual—so hot.
Now this was heaven.
"I'll take some of that.” Rowdy stepped behind her. Dolan placed his hands on her arms as Rowdy cuddled close. Her eyes widened. The fact he, too, had taken off his T-shirt and she hadn't noticed surprised her. Yet she didn't miss the warmth of his chest moving erotically against her back or the nibble on her shoulder as his palms rested on her hips.
Tracy almost laughed. The apprehension she had experience earlier about being with these two men at once was gone. In fact, she was looking forward to the moment their bodies came together. Just the thought of them filling her made her wet, ready.
"Damn,” Rowdy cursed, releasing her. She broke the gaze between her and Dolan and glanced over her shoulder. “Boots. Once I get started I don't plan on stopping.” He wagged his brows playfully.
Dolan must have felt the same way because he stepped away and sat on the bed to take his boots off, too. Their absence left her feeling exposed. She crossed her arms over her bare chest.
"Don't hide those lovely breasts from us, darlin'.” Dolan tossed a boot and sock aside. “You're breathtaking.” The fire burning in his eyes confirmed his words.
She inhaled a breath, her nipples growing taut as she dropped her arms to her side. The creak of a nightstand drawer caught her attention and she looked just in time to see Rowdy extracting something from it. Hand hidden behind his back, he flashed a devilish grin, before he closed the drawer.
What was he up to?
She didn't have time to ponder the thought as Dolan approached on predatory steps that made her heart beat faster. She wanted him—knew she had to have him when he stopped several feet away.
His gaze fell from her face to her hips. “Thong. Off."
A demand—not a request.
His arrogance should have infuriated her, yet a flood of arousal was the result. Plus she loved the deep rumble in his throat when he revealed, “I need you naked.” He paused, staring at her with a heat that shimmered over her skin. As if it were an afterthought, he added, “Leave the stockings and stilettos."
Not a thread of hesitation rose. She shoved her thumbs between the silky material and her hips when warm hands stopped hers. Glancing over her shoulder, Rowdy smiled. “Here.” He nuzzled her neck. “Let me do it."
Achingly slow, he inched the thong down her hips, past her thighs and legs until the material circled her ankles. He nudged her foot and she raised it allowing him to remove the last of her clothing.
Tracy Marx was gorgeous.
Legs parted, standing in only stockings and heels, she looked like a succubus hell bent on seducing him. For a moment he wished he was Rowdy,
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