The black cotton floated to the ground, and Travis damn near swallowed his tongue at what Lia unveiled: No bra—just ripe, delicious tits. Bigger than a handful and tipped with perfect, brownish-pink nipples.
Instinctively, Travis reached for the shirt she’d just discarded and started to hand it back.
“What are you doing, sweetheart?” Cam asked, his words steady and calm. Travis had to wonder if Cam’s heart was hammering as hard as his at the sight of Lia’s perfection. Lia turned, her tits bouncing, and Travis swallowed back a groan at the movement.
Fuck. This woman would destroy him. No doubt about that.
“I’m done playing games. You say you’re in, then let’s make this happen. I don’t want to think about anything tonight. I want to push all the other bullshit aside, and just feel.”
Travis fisted the shirt in his grip. Were they really ready to jump in headfirst? Whatever happened here tonight would change everything. He’d been the one to push this—even more than Lia had—so if it fell to shit, it was largely on him.
Cam must have been operating on the same wavelength—no surprise there since they could practically finish each other’s sentences—and asked, “Are you absolutely sure? Because we can all put our clothes back on and finish our card game and call it a night.”
Lia shook her head. “I’m done playing. I want real.”
Cam looked to Travis, and Travis only hesitated for the briefest of nanoseconds before he nodded.
“Okay, then we’re still gonna take it slow. Get used to each other. And you’re gonna let us call the shots from here on out, but if we do anything you don’t like, or anything makes you uncomfortable, all you have to say is stop. In here, no means no and stop will bring it all to a halt.”
Lia nodded, her fingers digging into the cushion of the couch. “Okay.”
“Then I think Travis should come over here and give those gorgeous tits some attention while I finally get a taste of those sweet lips of yours.”
Travis didn’t have to be asked twice; he stood, gripped the coffee table with both hands, and lifted it out of the way. Lia’s eyes widened as he dropped to his knees in front of her.
“Can’t have anything getting in my way.”
Her mouth opened into a small O, and that’s when Cam leaned in, cupping her jaw, and turned her face to his. Travis waited for the jealousy, for the surge of possessiveness that even he wasn’t sure he’d be able to hold back … but nothing came. He was too caught up in watching Lia’s eyelids sink closed and the sweet little sounds coming from her lips. He couldn’t wait to make her moan so loud the entire ranch could hear it.
Cam pulled away. “Just as sweet as I imagined.” He brushed her hair out of her face and pulled it back behind her shoulders.
Travis stayed motionless until Cam looked to him and raised a brow. Travis shook out of his momentary paralysis and tilted Lia’s chin back down to him.
When her eyes met his, he skimmed the backs of his fingers along her jaw. Hell. Her skin was so goddamned smooth. He followed the arch of her neck down to the hollow of her throat and slowed at the swell of her breast.
“So fucking smooth.” He continued his descent, skimming the backs of two fingers over her puckered nipple.
Lia released a quiet moan and her nipple hardened further. He trailed back up to her chin, then back down the slope of her other breast, circling the areola.
“Can’t wait to have these in my mouth.” He smiled at Lia’s absent nod. Watching her every reaction, he rose up on his knees, ghosted his lips over hers, before following the same path he’d taken with his fingers.
Lia arched forward, pushing her chest toward Travis’s face. Every nerve ending flared as the hint of his lips whispered over her skin. Her mouth opened on a quiet moan and her head dropped back as his lips closed over her nipple.
“Omigod,” she breathed.
Cam’s big hand once again cupped her jaw and turned her toward him, and his mouth lowered over hers.
His lips—so firm and smooth—touched and teased before his tongue joined in and demanded entry.
As soon as she acquiesced to the demand, he buried his other hand in her hair and devoured.
She would forever associate Cam’s unique flavor with the mildest bite of whiskey. Her tongue dueled with his, and she leaned into him, moaning as Travis cupped one breast and kneaded while his tongue flicked and circled her nipple.
The sensations coming from both parts of her body were overwhelming. So long without any sensual contact with a man, and now she was overloading—from just a kiss and a man playing with her breasts.
The overload didn’t scare her. No, it made her want to fan the flame—take it higher, hotter, further. She wanted more. More touch, more taste, more sensation. She wanted it all.
Lia threw herself into the kiss and pushed her chest out into Travis’s touch. Her hands shot out, one burying in Cam’s hair and the other gripping Travis’s shoulder.
Travis must have thought her touch meant to stop, because he lifted his head.
She pulled back from Cam’s mouth. “Don’t stop. Why are you stopping?”