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tongue inside, seeking the heat and connection his lover gave freely every time they were together. Bed first, he said firmly, pushing Aidan into the mattress. Worrying later. * * * * * Exhausted yet exhilarated from her latest baking spree, which had again yielded hundreds of fudge delights in a dozen different flavors, she thought back to the crowd and the strange way everyone had behaved over getting some of her sweets. It didn't make any sense for them to be so crazed over something she'd just learned how to make. Despite the euphoria of her success, her body had betrayed her all night long by clamoring for Marc and Aidan. She missed them. She'd glanced at the door repeatedly all evening, half expecting one of them to come after her. The waiting and hoping had left her tightly strung, and irritable to boot. Jayde turned out the remainder of the lights in the shop and trudged up the stairs, her footfalls echoing around her in the quiet house. All the way up, she fought an overwhelming urge to knock on Marc and Aidan's door and jump 44 Eliza Gayle their collective bones. She'd seen no one since she'd disappeared into the kitchen, only to emerge hours later, after everyone had gone home, still in need of two certain men, who wouldn't leave her thoughts no matter what she did. At the top of the stairs, she approached the door with the intention of knocking and finding out what the deal was. Stopping in midknock, she realized she knew exactly what they wanted, and it wasn't her. She'd been a fun diversion in the midst of a sensual episode. She rested her head on the door, wishing for something she couldn't have, not in the long run. From what she could tell, the two of them were completely devoted to each other, sharing a bond she had no intention of breaking up. Forcing herself to move, she turned from the door and shuffled across the hall to her own room. She slipped inside so they wouldn't hear her and removed her shoes and clothes, one piece at a time, as she crossed to her bed. Naked and lonely, she collapsed onto the homemade quilt and snuggled in deep, her last thought before drifting off to sleep being of Marc and Aidan pressed against her the night before. A sharp sizzling sound somewhere in her room caused her eyelids to fly open in alarm. Twisting her head around, she found the two men she'd been dreaming of again standing next to the bed. Eager to have them any way she could, even if it was just for now, she spread her legs and invited them to join her on the bed. She eased herself back on the pillow, so eager to feel them touching and stroking her body to the most exquisite pleasure she'd ever experienced. In the distant back of her mind she wondered when she'd become such a wanton woman. As Aidan's dark head dipped to the apex of her thighs, her breath hitched in anticipation of the first touch to her sensitive heat. A smile for Marc played across her lips as his fingers followed a trail of lust up her legs alongside his lover to her saturated curls. Surely she would die if they didn't do something about the aching hunger inside her. The instant Aidan's tongue lapped at her clit, a scream tore from her throat and her door burst open. Aidan and Marc Obsession of Jayde 45 pushed through the doorway, and the men between her legs dematerialized. Disappeared. What the hell? Her blood froze in fear. Her chest constricted as panic seized her from the inside out. Is this what a heart attack felt like? Was she dying? Was she already dead? Jayde, are you all right? What happened? Aidan rushed forward and grabbed her arm as she scrambled across the bed to find the sheet to cover herself. What the Oh dear God& What is happening? She clutched at the edge of the blanket, but it was tangled underneath her, and no amount of tugging would get it free. Her frustration boiled over, and tears sprang to her eyes. Jayde, look at me. Marc's voice called to her, so soothing and calm. She swept her gaze in his direction, still fighting with the blanket. Let go of the covers and relax. No, Jayde, don't turn away. Focus on me, baby. Trust us to take care of you. She let her white-knuckled grip on the blanket go and forced her body to loosen, but it did little to soothe her mind. She didn't know what was going on around her, but it couldn't be what she was thinking. Had she hurt herself? Had she hit her head? Had she been dreaming? Can you tell us what happened? What you remember? Aidan whispered. As her head sank back into the pillow, she eased her eyes shut, willing [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] |