Page 32 of Pack and Forth

On the flight back, Kira paced the jet’s private bedroom, her lioness feeling hot and needy. She wanted Nash. She wasn’t sure how to handle the spike in her desire for the two men. He knocked on the door and she flung it open, pulling him inside and kissing him.

“You and Rex are always talking about sharing,” she said breathlessly. “Are you sure you’d be okay with me being shared by you both?”

Nash cupped her cheek and stared into her eyes. “Absolutely. We are meant to share you.”

EIGHTEEN

Kira still didn’t understand it, but she wanted Nash so badly. Almost with the same intensity she wanted Rex. Except her desire for Nash was sweeter while Rex pulled the lioness out of her.

Their lips met in a soft kiss. The kiss deepened into a sensual mating of their tongues. The feeling of his tongue sliding in and out made her body shudder. She moaned. Intense arousal flooded her core and expanded to each of her limbs. He nipped at her lips.

He held her tighter, pressing his erection into her belly. She whimpered and shut down all thoughts. Only her need for him expanded in her mind. She growled when he pulled away from her.

Suppressed desire filled his gaze almost devouring her with its intensity. “Are you sure you want to do this, Kira?” A swirl of concern danced in his eyes. “I want you. But I need you to be sure.”

“I’m sure. So sure.” Her nipples pebbled tight under her dress. “I need you.”

That was all he needed to hear. With one swift move, he lifted her onto the bed. Blood thundered in her ears and made it hard for her to hear anything. Only the pounding of her own harsh beats. She trailed her fingers down his expensive shirt. While the soft material felt nice under her fingertips, what she wanted was his skin, his hot muscled skin. She yanked on the fabric, the sound of it ripping making her lioness want to roar. She caressed his hot muscled body, her lioness purring in delight.

For a second, time stopped.

Her gaze slid over each bulge, ripple, and bulky muscle until her entire body burned with the need to be taken by him. She caressed his pecs and his small tight nipples with her thumbs. He shuddered.

She rubbed her nose over his chest, inhaling his scent. He smelled so damn good.

“Oh, Kira.”

Nash’s moan was a dose of kerosene to her already raging fire. Her sex throbbed in need. She swiped her tongue over his chest. The hunger for him flourished into monstrous proportions. She had to have him.

“God, Kira. What are you doing to me?”

She wiggled on the bed. Their lips met in another mind-muddling kiss. A more intense, hungry, and overpowering kiss. He lowered the straps on her dress and grazed his lips down to her chest. Each stroke with his mouth was a burn, a new brand he made with his lips. She wanted to tell him how badly her body burned for him. All that came out was a soft whimper.

He continued to kiss and lick her chest while his hands lowered the zipper at her spine. The material slid down, releasing her breasts from its firm hold. Her lungs quaked with each inhale. Taking a breath was nearly impossible when all she wanted to do was to stop and revel in the feel of his lips on her.

“Oh, Nash.”

He sucked her nipple into his mouth and flicked his wet tongue over it. She swore stars exploded behind her lids. She was glad for his hand on her back when she arched and pushed her breast deeper into his mouth. How her fingers ended up gripping his hair, she wasn’t sure.

He kissed his way to her other breast, leaving a trail of licks along the way. Her body yearned for more. For everything. He moved his hands to her knees, trailed his way up her thighs, and slowly lifted the skirt of her dress in the process. Her breath hitched. He yanked the dress over her head and left her spread open and panting, wearing only the wet lacy undies.

He fingered her over the damp material at her crotch. A shudder racked her when he rubbed the wet material on her clit. Her legs shook, and minor explosions went off in her core. Her lids fluttered closed.

“You’re so beautiful, so hot. So wet.” He groaned into her breast. He sucked her and rubbed her pleasure nub harder.

She was going to come. He continued to rub her over the soaked material, over and over, until she was begging for more.

“Oh my—” She groaned. Her sex throbbed, desperate to be filled. Finally, when she swore she could take no more of his delicious torture, he pushed the material to the side and dipped his digits into her sex, her muscles immediately flexing around his fingers.

Liquid lava spread through her body. She jerked her eyes open and glanced down. Silent tremors shook her and turned her blood to scorching fire. She tugged on his short hair and made him look up at her. Hunger swirled in his gaze.

“Please, Nash. I need you now!”

She pulled his hair hard and urged him to come closer. The moment his waist was within reach, she unbuckled and unzipped him without breaking the deep connection between their locked gazes. The way he clenched his jaw and the hand that gripped her thigh told her he was close to losing control. He finger fucked her so damn slowly it was like being punished and rewarded at the same time. Mesmerized by the vision of his movements, she stared as he dipped in, pulled out, and stroked the wet fingers around her clit.

With a quick gulp, she shoved his pants down and freed him. The view was so good. Thick, hard, and ready. It made her want to jump him. All her body and mind clamored for was him. Inside her. Taking her. She gripped his shaft in her fist, and he groaned. Desire scorched her from within with each thrust of his cock into her fist. She licked her lips and tried to swallow past the dryness in her throat.

“Please, Nash. I don’t want to wait any longer.”