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roughness.
    “Do you always respond like this?” he asked softly, but she heard menace, warning, in his tone. She shook her head no, not sure if she could find her voice. He pulled the sweater up and lowered his lips to suck her nipple into his mouth for a quick nip. “Answer me, Delilah.”
    “No.” She forced herself to breathe when his lips closed over her nipple again, wishing he’d get rid of the bra, get rid of her jeans. Fuck her senseless. “Never.”
    He released her just as suddenly as he’d started, pulled her sweater down, and lifted her to her feet.
    “Good.”
    He nudged her back to her chair, and she watched in disbelief as he went to the stove. He’d turned her on, turned her inside out, and then just walked away? What the hell? She could see how hard he was, yet he stood calmly at the stove filling two plates with eggs and bacon. Before she could form any protest, he returned to the table and set a plate and a fork in front of her.
    “Eat.”
    How could she eat when she was this sexually frustrated? Stabbing him with the fork was much more appealing than eggs. She picked it up and twirled it with her fingers. He chuckled and looked over. She wondered what was so damned funny.
    “You,” he answered before she could ask. That was getting damned freaky. “I’ll have to make sure Abel knows not to turn you on before feeding you.”
    He couldn’t make it more obvious they intended to share her. The question was for how long, and could she keep her heart out of it? She would bet her savings account that women threw themselves at the twins all the time. How long could she hold their interest compared to that?
    “Eat, Delilah.” He winked. “I’ll take care of the frustration when you’re done.”
    She narrowed her eyes. He was entirely too cocky. She took her anger out on the eggs, spearing a bite and lifting it to her mouth. She tried not to watch him eat, tried to ignore the sensation that still tingled in her body, the feel of his hot gaze on her. He was too arrogant by far, but she knew she wouldn’t be able to resist him. She managed to eat half the food on her plate before pushing it away. He’d obviously been waiting for that. He stood, lifted her from her chair, and tossed her over his shoulder.
    “Hey! Put me down.”
    She slapped his back, but it didn’t seem to faze him. He carried her out of the room, up the stairs, and into one of the bedrooms she hadn’t been in, yet. He kicked the door shut behind them and dropped her on the bed. She bounced, and he grinned down at her.
    “I figure Abel got you in a bed all night. It’s my turn.”
    She sputtered, outraged and beginning to wonder if it was some kind of game with them, passing her from one to the other.
    “I’m not some new toy you two get to fight over.” She glared, moving to the edge of the bed, determined to get out and nurse that sudden pang of hurt that came with the realization she might be exactly that to them.
    A novelty. Someone new to play with. He stopped her before she could get down, crowding her in as he reached for the edges of her sweater and pulled it over her head. Her bra joined it before the words to protest even formed on her lips. They lodged in her throat when his mouth closed over her nipple, and all that came out was a groan. Way to stand up for yourself, Delilah.
    She felt his hands on the waist of her jeans. Heard the snap and rasp of the zipper. Registered the long slide down her legs. But she didn’t care. She was lost in sensation, in arousal. He wrapped an arm around her back and lifted her farther onto the bed without ever releasing her nipple. When he had her settled in the center, he let it pop free of his mouth, and she almost screamed in frustration when he stood up. Thankfully, it was only for a moment, just long enough to strip off the underwear. Then he was over her, surrounding her. She was hot enough to combust, and when he drove into her she came, crying out from the perfection