My heart was too big, weighing me down and taking my breath. I still managed to speak; a single, porcelain word. “Yes.”
Jacob stole me away in a swift motion. The hard buttons on his vest dug into my skin, my chest plumping up in my dress, threatening to spill. Where Kite was wild, Jacob was precision and patience.
He took his time, hands gliding like Autumn leaves from my sides to my shoulders, scooping up my face. He held me close, wrapping my hair in his fingers. He managed not to ruin the already dismantling coif.
“How are you doing?” he asked along my throat, pulling my head to the side so he could nuzzle me. My eyes rolled, and I made a dumb noise. He just chuckled, dragging nails down my spine and stealing my strength. “Sounds like you're having fun.”
Jacob ran a finger around my collar bone, then down between my breasts.
My heart thumped, and my * pulsed in response. I was connected wherever he touched me, the sensation betraying my composure until my knees were useless.
I was sure my panties were soaking, and he hadn't even kissed me.
Spinning me in a slow circle, he spoke under his breath. The words ran beneath my skin.
“Do you want to get out of here?”
Leaving would mean so many things. Abandoning the chase, admitting the man I wanted to kill wasn't going to show, that we still didn't know his name and I didn't know what to do next and...
And it meant giving in to Kite and Jacob.
I saw it in his eyes, those pure blue centers told me I was about to make a deal with the devil. He'd said as much to me, before. Choose them both, or I could have neither.
The idea of giving in to their 'rule' was leaving my head in tatters. Did they really want me? Both of them?
What about me, what the hell did I want?
Looking up, forgetting how to blink or breathe or think, I let my tongue make the sounds that would set me on a path I'd never imagined. “Yes. I want to get out of here.”
Jacob swept me up, and as Kite appeared at my side, they ushered me out of the museum.
Amazingly, I managed to gather my coat and reach the car with them before my brain caught up to what I'd said. The prickles of fear began, settling into my flesh as the valet pulled the car up.
The white-vested man handed Kite the keys. He turned, shoving them into Jacob's hands and shoving me into the backseat. “You drive,” he said.
Sitting up, I caught the valet staring through the window. Kite blocked him, entering and shutting the door. He didn't give Jacob a choice in the matter, and not me, either.
I managed to get out a small whimper before the copper-haired man coiled against me, pushing me into the seat and nibbling my lower lip.
“Kite,” I stammered, not knowing if I should grip his broad shoulders or push him away. I looked sideways, eyeing Jacob when he drove the car out of the lot. “Wait, we can't—”
“I can't handle it any longer,” Kite growled. The glass was cool on the back of my skull. He tangled his hand in my hair, tearing the style out, so much more rough than Jacob. “The way you felt against me when we were dancing, I just... fuck.” Black eyes glinted, fixing on me. His intensity was volatile, his tongue gliding over mine.
When had he started kissing me?
Jacob was quiet, I couldn't shake the idea that this was bothering him. I couldn't see into his sinful mind, what if he'd been lying?
They claimed they could survive sharing me.
I wasn't sure I could.
Kite was having a field day. He ran a hand down my side, hiking my dress up. I squeaked, went to pull the red fabric down. He would have none of it.
Gripping my wrists, he held them against the window over my head. “Dammit,” he breathed huskily. “You look amazing. Trapped like this, that flash of nerves and the way you're still wiggling with desire...” Reaching down, he brushed his fingertips over my breasts. Like earlier, my nipples were throbbing, standing at attention. “I love how responsive you are. It kills me.”
I was the one who was dying.
Torn between humiliation and raging arousal, I kept looking over at Jacob. I couldn't see much but the back of his head. I wanted to know he was okay. What if he was crushing the wheel and glaring, hating us both?
Abruptly, as if he'd sensed my brain waves, he spoke out. “You don't need to worry, Marina.” In the mirror, I caught him watching. “I'll have my turn soon enough.”
Hah. As if that was what I was fucking worried about.
Kite kissed me again, teeth grazing. He slid between my legs and stroked the front of my panties. We both felt the dampness.
Through the silky material he rubbed me, impatience and need sinking into the way he moved. His fingers were rough, but it was what I wanted.