Love Under Two Financiers by Cara Covington (best free e reader .txt) 📗

lead. Period.” Another thing to add to my list, the first blank check I’ve ever issued.

Jason led her into the living room then turned and drew her into his arms. “I need to taste you so badly right now, woman, that all I feel is desperation. My nerves have shut up. And so, sweet Leesa, shall I.”

Leesa didn’t have a moment to think of a comeback. He leaned into her, and she felt her eyes flutter closed as he settled his mouth on hers.

Oh, my. That was her only clear thought, and then thinking was superseded by a multitude of physical sensations. His taste teased her, a savory flavor with a trace of honey. He tasted fine, a delicious appetizer that whet her appetite for more. His hand slid slowly down her back, and Leesa edged closer. Shivers racked her, and her flesh pebbled everywhere. Her nipples drew tight, and her pussy lips softened.

Jason’s heat warmed all the places within her she hadn’t realized were chilled. His heat seeped in, bringing that comfort she’d understood, just moments before, that she needed.

The silky slide of his tongue and the subtle sucking of his mouth arrowed deep, awakening all that was feminine within her. His aroma surrounded her, teasing her with a promise of something she’d not even dreamed of experiencing.

The ridge of his erect cock, concealed by his pants, nestled against the front of her, close enough to her pussy that she could have sworn she felt her clit begin to twitch.

Jason gentled his kiss, turning it into tiny caresses on the corners of her mouth, her cheeks, and her neck.

She drew in a deep breath just as the press of a masculine body to her back and another different and equally delicious masculine scent cocooned her. A second hard ridge, this one nestled against the small of her back, completed the job of firing up her libido.

This time her shiver elicited soft, deep-toned male chuckles.

Jason lifted his head and used his thumb to brush his essence into her lips. “Very tasty.”

“My turn.”

She considered herself uncoordinated at best, clumsy at worst, but moving now, being turned from one man’s embrace into another’s felt like the most delicate, the most perfect ballet step ever performed.

Then Phillip wrapped his arms around her and eased her even closer. “You have no idea how much I enjoyed watching J. Coop kiss you, sweetheart. No idea.”

But she did. She felt it in his increased heat and in the way that he settled his lips on hers. He nestled his clothing-covered erection impossibly close, and Leesa thought she felt him give her a pulse, as if his cock flexed a greeting to her.

Then her thinking ceased again, and she let herself sink into Phillip’s kiss. Jason pressed against her back, and Leesa Jordan let herself, her body, and maybe a little, her heart surrender to these men and to the moment.

Phillip’s kiss possessed her, taking her burgeoning arousal and sending it soaring. Something almost frantic stirred in her. She felt a very primal need to grab more and more, here, now, quickly, before the chance to have more all went away.

When Phillip’s lips eased from hers, she whimpered. And when she opened her eyes it was to encounter such longing in his gaze she understood, in that moment, that he’d sipped from that cup of desperation, too.

He, too, brushed his thumb against her lips. His look turned tender. “I’d say so far, so good.”

The cliché did the trick of pulling her back a little from the precipice. Before she could ask exactly what he meant, Jason, still pressed against her back, kissed her ear.

“We didn’t know if watching each other kiss you would awaken the green monster in us. What a wonderful surprise that it didn’t.”

That had been something she’d wondered about as well. “How did you both feel when the other was kissing me?”

Phillip smiled and then stepped back. “We should sit down,” he said.

“We should,” Jason agreed. “This is new to all of us, and I think that talking about our reactions, with each other and with you, is really important.” He took her hand and led her to the sofa. They settled onto the luxurious piece of furniture, and she was in the middle and had each of her hands held by a man she knew, before long, she would call lover.

“I never considered myself a man who would want to discuss his feelings.” Jason brought her hand up and kissed it. “But this is important. I don’t know why, or where it’s going to lead to, but in my gut, I know this is very important.” He angled himself so he was facing her.

Phillip did the same, and Leesa felt something inside her shift, and…and sigh.

“I think that’s a good idea. I’m with you on the discussion of feelings.” Leesa met each man’s gaze in turn. “That was one of the reasons that Bryce’s zingers about my being cold hit home. I didn’t feel feminine with him.” She needed to put into words what she’d just felt. “When you both kissed me, it aroused me, more than I expected to be aroused just by kissing. But when, just now, we sat down and you both turned toward me? Making me your center of attention? I felt feminine. I felt an inner sigh that this was something I’ve needed and never had, until now.”

Jason and Phillip both grinned. Jason rubbed the back of Leesa’s hand with his thumb. “Kissing you, I felt as if that was my first kiss, ever. Seriously, that moment was so tasty and got me harder than I’ve been since I was a teen looking at a purloined copy of that porn magazine my biggest brother kept hidden in his room.”

Leesa giggled. She couldn’t help it. She’d never giggled in her life—well, in her adult life.

“And then when Phillip kissed you, and you kissed him back, it felt…it felt, in a way, as if I was still kissing you. I