“Is nasty good?”
A second hand took possession of hers. Parker stroked her fingers as his thumb rubbed the inside of her wrist. “Better than good. We’ll both help you. I’ll start.” He brought her hand to his mouth and slowly licked the webbing between her thumb and forefinger. “Makes the salt stay in place.”
The wet heat also made tingles race up her arm so hard Parker could have been shoving her hand into an electric socket. “I can never coordinate the timing right,” she confessed, her words shaking slightly.
Dean lifted her shot glass. “Put yourself into our very capable hands.”
“We’ll take care of you,” Parker promised as he sprinkled a pinch of salt on her carefully balanced hand. His gaze drifted over her body, stroking her breasts and along the low neckline of her tank top. Rising to her neck where her heartbeat pulsed. Lingered briefly on her lips until he finally met her eyes. “You ready?”
After being eaten up by his gaze? She was ready for damn near anything. They could have put her in a parachute and pushed her from a plane as long as he kept staring at her like that, all hungry-like. “Hell, yeah.”
On her other side, Dean smoothed his palm up her neck, cupping the back of her head as he threaded his fingers into her hair. “Take a deep breath, then lick,” he ordered in a deep growl.
Jeez. Lynn squeezed her legs together, hard, then followed his command. She inhaled, the side of her breast rubbing Parker’s arm as he lifted her hand to her mouth. His pupils darkened as she put her tongue to her skin, and she swore she could taste him there.
The fingers in her hair tightened as Dean twisted her toward him. He held the shot glass to her lips and she tilted her head back, fiery heat roaring down her throat.
She knew how this ended—with the sharp, citrus bite of lime to cool the sting. Only when Dean rotated her toward Parker, instead of a slice of fruit, the man leaned in and pressed his lips to hers.
Lynn opened her mouth in surprise, and he took total advantage. His tongue stroked in, and with it, a burst of lime. Not that this was cooling. Instead, the lingering burn of alcohol was consumed in an explosion of sexual heat as Parker increased the pressure, his lips firm on hers. Demanding a response as he ravaged her mouth. Stealing her ability to think, to breathe, to do anything but soak in the pleasure. His teeth sank into her lower lip for a brief second before he pulled away, burning her with his lust-filled stare.
She sucked in air, her lungs and mouth filled with far more of his flavor than the cut of the tequila. “Wow. Okay, I can see I’ve been doing it all wrong for years.”
Dean’s thumb caressed the side of her neck. “You’d better try a few more times. Practice makes perfect.”
Lynn glanced into the bar, but no one was watching them. They were tucked far enough to one side to offer at least the illusion of privacy. Two more shots sat on the table, and the waitress was approaching.
Was she drunk? Lynn checked herself. No, everything she was doing was of her own free will. It looked as if the evening was moving toward a personal first, and hallelujah, she was ready. “You guys haven’t taken your shots.”
“I need your help,” Parker rumbled, his deep voice rolling up her spine and making her nipples tighten. “Look at me.”
He cupped her chin, thumb rubbing softly over her bottom lip where he’d nipped her. “Open for me,” he commanded.
His finger slipped over her lips and into her mouth, and she instinctively closed around him and sucked.
The flash of salt spilled over her tongue as he groaned, eyes dark as he pulled his thumb free and dove back in for another kiss. Her head was spinning when he finally pulled away and shot the liquor, his breathing hard and fast.
Her breathing was none too steady either, as if all the oxygen in the room was being burned up by their sexual energy. And with every drink, something changed, so she could never anticipate what they’d do next.
Instead of putting the salt in her mouth, Dean licked her neck, twirling his salty fingers over the sensitive spot on her nape before moving in and licking her clean. Parker laid a hand on her leg, stroking his fingers against her inner thigh lightly in a way her body couldn’t ignore.
She reached for her second shot, but Dean stopped her, putting the liquid in his mouth then kissing her senseless, the alcohol on his tongue less intoxicating than the intimate caress.
Fifteen minutes later Lynn was on fire from the inside out. She’d been kissed and caressed constantly, and she wasn’t just sticky from salt and lime juice. She caught hold of their wrists, trapping them in place as she fought for air. “Mercy. I need— Oh God.”
Another hot kiss pressed to the side of her neck. “You okay, sweetheart?” Parker asked before destroying her a little more with his teeth on her earlobe.