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mouth on her—the one that sometimes looked like a slash and sometimes looked vulnerable, the one she’d thought about kissing even when she was sure she hadn’t.
    And oh it was softer than she’d imagined—or maybe he was just being gentle? She couldn’t tell, exactly. It was hard, when her body felt suddenly swamped by all sorts of sensations. There was the sensation wetness provoked like a hot electrical eel zipping straight down to that place between her legs. There was the heat of his mouth, and that made a tense fist low down in her stomach.
    Then finally there was the knowledge that it was him. Blake was kissing the nape of her neck, and somewhere in the middle of doing it he had found her hips with his hands, again.
    Only they felt much bigger, now. Immense, in fact. He had his great big hands on her hips and he was urging her back, just ever so slightly. Not like a tough guy, yanking her back into the cradle of his groin. More like someone seducing her back into the cradle of his groin.
    His way was good. But it wasn’t fast enough. She simply had to put a hand behind herself and feel blindly for something on him—his hair, his face, his neck. Anything. Something solid she could use to get them closer together in half the time, so that maybe he’d know without her having to say that this was okay.
    Hell, when Jamie said is she wet ? That was okay too, apparently. Her body sure thought so, at any rate. Everything immediately went on high alert and high alert seemed to mean a sudden fat, swelling sensation between her legs.
    She thought about replying yeah . Yeah, I’m really wet. I’m soaking, there’s been a flood. I guess you guys have poked a hole in the dam because something’s sure different down there.
    But luckily she didn’t have to go into any of that nonsense. No. Blake was helpful enough to fill Jamie in, by putting his hand inside her panties, then telling him .
    How kind , she thought. Really considerate of him, to spare me the trouble.
    And it was, it really was. Especially when he got to the in-the-panties portion of the consideration. He simply slid his hand down over her belly and there it was. Underneath the material and over her by-this-point absolutely bursting sex.
    She was only surprised his hand didn’t explode into flames. Her clit felt so swollen, so full and aching, she didn’t know how he managed to miss it on his first glide through her soaking slit.
    But he did, because he was a fucking tease. The pair of them were nothing but tormenting, maddening, glorious bastards, and if the whole thing hadn’t seemed so bonkers, she would have demanded they do her right there and then.
    Instead, she had to endure this. His fingers stroking her everywhere but the place she needed it most, getting slicker by the second and oh then, then his hot breath against her ear.
    Because he was moaning. Just a little. Nothing more than a slightly hoarse inhale, really—but it was there. And it was there because he was stroking her and she was embarrassingly wet. She knew it was. He told Jamie as much, as though she wasn’t there.
    “She’s so slippery,” he said, and her knees really did buckle. She had to clutch at him, if only for support.
    But that was okay because he seemed to understand. They both did. Blake had his hands somewhat occupied, obviously, but Jamie didn’t and he just came around and told her something lovely like it’s all right, June, I gotcha .
    He did, too. He let her put her arms around his neck and his own hands went underneath, to her sides. Just above the one Blake had on her hip, in fact. Not in some rude place, or anything—though with his face right in front of hers, looking so handsome and good, she kind of wished they were in some rude place.
    Like maybe…yeah, like maybe he could touch her breasts while Blake stroked through her sex. Then Blake could finger her, while he…maybe Jamie could…
    “You want me to kiss you, June?”
    Yeah, maybe Jamie could do