Jackson, of course, wasted no time commenting on her agitated state.
“Ah, sugar, you’re as red as a tomato.” He slid closer so he could put his arm around her shoulder. “You like hearing Dylan talk about his lovers, eh?”
She sighed. “If I say yes, will you punish me for it next time I see you?”
He nipped her ear with his teeth. “Damn right I will. You know how much I love punishing you.”
When he sucked gently on her neck, she shivered and tried to pull away. “Don’t start anything you can’t finish,” she warned. “Dylan will be back any sec.”
“Don’t care. I’m drunk ’n horny and I wanna kiss you.”
His mouth found hers, and despite the fact that they had company, Mia was helpless to stop the kiss. Her lips parted to grant his tongue access, and another shiver danced along her skin when she tasted the alcohol on his lips.
“I’m sorry I sprung Dylan on you tonight,” he murmured as he pulled back. “I know you wanted us to be alone, but he was just so miserable. All the other guys bailed on drinks, and he would’ve had to go back to an empty house…” Jackson shrugged. “I felt bad for the guy.”
She smiled. “It’s all right, I really don’t mind. He’s fun to be around.”
“Thanks for being so understandin’, sugar.” He offered a smile of his own before leaning in to kiss her again.
His spicy, masculine scent surrounded her, and she breathed him in, loving that intoxicating fragrance. Loving the way his tongue swirled over hers, the warmth of his hand on her hip, the scrape of his dark stubble against her cheek.
It took all of her willpower to end the kiss, but she did so with a groan. “Jackson, we can’t—”
He cut her off with another liplock, this one hotter, deeper and accompanied by his big hands sliding underneath her shirt to cup her breasts.
She squeaked in protest, but his touch felt so good she didn’t put up much of a struggle. Instead, she let him fondle her aching breasts for several seconds and tried not to moan when he pinched her nipples through her bra.
They needed to stop. She knew that. Or at least, her brain knew it. Her body had other ideas. It melted into him, tingling and quaking as Jackson devoured her mouth.
“Ahem.”
They broke apart at Dylan’s loud interjection and found him standing in the living room doorway, his green eyes twinkling.
“Ah, sorry,” Jackson said sheepishly, then followed up with the same excuse he’d given her earlier. “Three beers on an empty stomach. Y’know how it is, bro.”
Mia’s cheeks were scorching, but the pang of embarrassment did nothing to diminish her arousal. She was still insanely turned on.
And from the looks of it, so was Dylan.
Nope, there was no mistaking the bulge in his khakis, or the flare of heat that ignited his expression.
“I have two questions,” Dylan finally said. “One—are the two of you really gonna fool around right there on the couch?”
Mia’s face went hotter. She opened her mouth, armed with an apology, but Dylan didn’t let her voice it.
“And two—can I watch?”
Chapter Ten
Jackson had been friends with Dylan Wade for a very long time, which meant he possessed the ability to know exactly when his friend was joking around—and when he was dead serious.
Right now?
Dylan was dead serious.
Leaning against the doorframe with a boner in his pants and lust in his eyes, the SEAL sought out Jackson’s gaze and lifted one eyebrow.
Jackson’s first instinct was to say “heck no”, but the look on Mia’s face stopped him. She was blushing like crazy, yes. Squirming with discomfort, definitely.
But her eyes flickered with undeniable interest.
He couldn’t even say he was surprised. Mia had proven to be the most open-minded woman he’d ever been with. She gave him free rein of her body, agreed to every wicked request, and he knew she loved exploring this new adventurous side she’d always denied having.
“Voyeurism turns you on,” he said slowly.
The flush on her face deepened. “I don’t know. Does it?”
His gaze landed on the rigid nipples poking right through her shirt. “Oh, sugar, I think it does. I think you want Dylan to watch us.”
Her pulse jumped in the hollow of her throat. “I…don’t know.”
Her gaze moved to Dylan now, who eyed her expectantly. “You’re in a relationship,” she sputtered. “Claire and Aidan will probably be furious if you…”
“If I what? Watch porn?” Dylan shrugged. “’Cause this would be the equivalent of that, and trust me, they have no issues with me jerking it to outside entertainment.”
Mia still looked hesitant, which prompted Dylan to grab his phone from his pocket. He dialed as he strode toward them, put it on speakerphone, then sank down on the armchair opposite the couch and held up the phone.
After three rings, a happy female voice answered. “Hey, babe, what’s up?”
“Hi, honey,” Dylan greeted his girlfriend. “Is Aidan around?”