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needing him there too. He had retrieved her clothing from the porch and locked the door behind them, then bounded up the stairs after Miko and Jeremiah.
    Jere hesitated a moment, clearly torn between moving to the guest room or invading Miko’s bedroom.
    For some reason, that touched her. Even though they were going to take the next move, he didn’t want to push her. She liked that about him – about both of them. So she leaned in and bit at Jeremiah’s shoulder gently. “My room has the biggest bed.”
    “Your room it is,” Sam agreed behind them, and she felt his hand run down her back in a light caress.
    Jere swung the door open and the three of them entered her bedroom. Her room was an absolute mess – the only part of the house where the men had studiously avoided going, so it wasn’t neat and tidy like the rest of the farmhouse. And she didn’t care, either. With a fluid motion, Jere tossed her down on the big king-sized bed and she stared up, waiting.
    Her gaze slid over to the nearby dresser, next to the window. Her mother’s little bonsai tree sat there, no worse for the wear considering she’d tossed it out. Oddly enough, she was glad to see it. “Did one of you—”
    “It looked like it needed a home,” Sam said, then his hot naked body slid onto the bed next to her and she forgot all about bonsai trees.
    His mouth landed on hers in a hungry kiss. His lips were on hers, coaxing and teasing with soft tugs, his tongue sliding into her mouth to suggest further delights. Slowly, he stroked at her tongue with his, tasting her. Then again, in a more rapid motion, giving her an entirely different suggestion.
    Miko kissed him back, biting at his tongue with little nips when he tried to stroke into her mouth again. Warm, large hands began to caress her body, and she realized that while Sam was coaxing her mouth with his own, Jeremiah was stroking her skin with his hands. She could feel his knuckles sliding over her side, grazing the edge of a breast and trailing down to her hip, over and over again as Sam’s mouth possessed her own. It was a thrilling dichotomy – stroking hands and thrusting kisses.
    One large hand slid further down on her thigh, making her raise her hips in anticipation. So far, Jere’s caresses had been light and undemanding. Which was lovely, but she was getting anxious for more. Her hand reached for his hair, finding his close buzz and rubbing along his scalp, enjoying the textural difference between that and Sam’s soft curls.
    Sam bit lightly at her lip, distracting her. A small noise of pleasure escaped her throat and she tangled her free hand in his hair, as well. So intent on the driving focus of Sam’s possessive mouth, she almost missed it when Jeremiah’s hand slid down the length of her thigh and stroked her sex.
    The small pleasure-noises she’d been making turned into a full-throated moan.
    “You are so beautiful,” Jeremiah whispered against her hair, his large fingers sliding down the seam of her sex, then resting on her thigh, pushing her legs open. She gladly obeyed, arching slightly on the bed to let him know that she enjoyed his touch.
    Sam’s mouth pulled away from her own and began to move down her neck, kissing and nipping and biting. First her jaw-line, then down her throat, across her collarbone and working his way down to her breasts. “I’ve been wanting to put my mouth on you for days,” he breathed on her nipple. His lips brushed it slightly, and then he paused. “…decide if you taste as good in person as you do in my mind.”
    “And do I?”
    His tongue swiped out of his mouth, flicking across her nipple. “Better. Much, much better.”
    A shiver of pleasure moved through her. Jere’s fingers grazed her sex again, not quite ready to take the next step. Always cautious and thinking of her, that Jeremiah.
    Miko slid her hand from the back of Jere’s head to his neck and pulled his mouth down toward her own. She needed to taste him. As his lips