Page 8 of Unwrapping Deviance
It’s so fucking intimate I have to press my thighs together to calm the heat soaking through my panties. I’m not wearing a bra and there is no hiding the hard points of my nipples poking hard and proud through the thin fabric of my tank.
He seems to know it too when he finally forces his gaze to my eyes and there’s a dirty smirk curving his lips I can almost taste on mine.
“Hello, sweetheart.”
Holy. Fuck.
If a person could orgasm on a voice alone, this man has it or has mastered it. The rumbling, silk across stone baritone dances seductively along the arch of my spine and...
Daniel is suddenly in front of me. Blocking me.
Saving me?
I can’t be sure of anything except my heart is pounding a million miles per minute and I might have had a micro-orgasm from his brother’s voice.
“Stop it,” he warns his brother.
“Her first,” Christian taunts and the horror of those words flood me with mortification.
“Put it away,” Daniel snaps.
The other man snickers. “You know he doesn’t listen to me.”
Curiosity has me peeking around Daniel’s enormous frame just in time to watch Christian close a big hand into the straining swell tenting the towel and squeeze.
My eyes widen.
It’s huge. Thick and long, and fully erect.
It’s definitely a tool for destruction. A weapon I can easily visualize stretching places...
Daniel turns his head. It’s so quick I don’t have the chance to duck back before he can catch me eye-fucking his brother’simpressive hardware. Not my finest moment when his scowl deepens. Even the honey gold of his eyes are nearly opaque.
Mortified, I duck back behind him. My face tingles all the way to my hairline and I drop my gaze.
He sucks in a slow, steady breath before facing the other man.
“Christian, this is Mira. Mira, my idiot brother.”
Embarrassment still at a high ten, I force myself to step out and meet the guy making my pulse buzz.
“Hi.”
I offer him my hand and feel the skin tingle when he swallows it with the curling of his long fingers. The rough patches along his fingertips and across his palm scratches my skin. Making my hypersensitive flesh prickle in all the places it would feel amazing skimming.
“I’m beginning to see why Daniel was hiding you.”
“I wasn’t hiding her,” Daniel protests immediately. “You were off conquering the world.”
But Christian’s whole focus, all the weight of his scrutiny never wavers off my face. The heat behind his searching blazes through me, making me too aware of ... everything.
“Oh, don’t lie, Daniel. I would keep her all to myself, too.”
He hasn’t let go of my hand and the firm pressure of those long, tattooed fingers feel so deliberate. They make me wonder what they would feel like in my hair. Around my wrists pinned over my head.
Around my throat.
Horrified by the insane derailment of my sanity, I yank my hand free and take a hurried step away from the demon.