“I love it.” His fingers tightened slightly as he tilted her head so that the next time she wrapped her lips around him he could push forward. This was the moment when Pepper thanked whatever benevolent gods there were in the universe that she had no gag reflex.
The full length of his erection slid between her lips, her nose bumping briefly into his abs of steel before he cursed and withdrew, twisting himself away from her and dragging her to her feet.
“Pepper. God, you shatter my brain into a million pieces. Stop. I need to talk to you about something.”
Talking, smocking. Pepper grabbed the bottom of her shirt and peeled it off overhead, tossing it aside as she paced after him. Jack retreated into the open living space. She undid her pants, stepped out of them, and joined him in the middle of the room.
“Talk fast,” she demanded, lifting her hands to work on his shirt buttons. “I haven’t had hotel sex with you yet, and I can’t frickin’ wait.”
A knock sounded at the door, and Jack sighed. “So much for preparing you ahead of time.”
“Oh, did you arrange some kind of naughty room service?” Pepper glanced at the abandoned clothes on the floor. “Want me to go hide in the bathroom?”
He turned on her, examining her carefully. Something in his eyes clicked, and she was suddenly aware she was dealing with a very determined man with an agenda she didn’t fully comprehend.
“No hiding,” Jack ordered. “I want you to stand right there, hands at your sides, and I don’t want you to move an inch until I tell you to. Understand?”
Boy oh boy, this was kinkier than anything they’d done to date. Pepper widened her stance and upped the ante, placing her hands behind her and linking her fingers together. The position pulled her shoulders back and thrust her breasts forward, placing them on display behind her pale pink bra.
“How’s this?” She breathed out the words slowly, but she already knew the answer. As soon as she had moved to follow his directions he’d gotten that expression. The one that said she was going to be a very happy girl, very soon.
Jack marched across the room, cupping her chin so he could kiss her breathless. Her lips were swollen by the time he broke away and turned without a backward glance to answer the door.
Pepper used the moment to try to calm her breathing. She shouldn’t have bothered, because the instant Jack pulled the door open nothing worked properly anymore. She couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t move. Her heart was the only thing still going, and that was pounding hard enough to shake her entire body.
Her gaze met the incredible gray of Dean Colter’s eyes, and just like weeks earlier, she was unable to protest, especially since Jack ushered him into the room.
She’d been ordered to stay motionless, but that was damn near impossible as every inch of her body was suddenly electrified with energy. It was one thing to think about pushing her boundaries, but this…
“Jack?”
He didn’t say anything as he made his way back to her side. Dean stood near the door, his hands gripping the front of his jacket as if waiting for some sign.
Then Jack was there, his hands pressed to the sides of Pepper’s face as he stared intently into her eyes. He hesitated for a moment before that sexy smile of his broke free. “This is your choice, baby. You say the word and Dean is out of here, and we’ll never speak of it again. But if you want your fantasy, it’s here. You can have it.”
The electric sensation tingling over her had centered on her spine. It was the only thing still holding her vertical. “My fantasy?”
“You know what I’m talking about. I saw the way you looked that day when you told me your threesome attempt wasn’t worth trying again. And I’m telling you even though this is only going to happen once, I want you to have a shot. I want to rock your world like no one’s ever done before, so if you trust us, Dean and me, you can have anything you want tonight. Anything, and it’s yours.”
Pepper was sure the air in the room contained some kind of intoxicant. She was so lightheaded from breathing she couldn’t imagine what it would be like when…
She glanced over Jack’s shoulder at Dean. He was watching them cautiously, his entire body in that alert and ready-for-anything stance all military guys seemed to have built into them. Only he was smiling as well, the tip of his tongue sneaking out to wet his lips as his gaze dropped over her nearly naked body. The signs of his arousal were clear in the thickening length crowding the front of his jeans.
She spoke quietly, loud enough for only Jack to hear. “This isn’t going to make things weird between you and Dean, is it?”
“Just going to make him jealous as hell that I get to have you every night after this, and he only gets one taste.”
Instant shiver. “What kind of taste?”