I smirked. “Do you?”
“I demand it.” He ran his tongue over his lower lip and slipped a sly feel up the inside of my thigh, shooting a sharp bullet of desire to my already pulsing clit.
Before I could catch his wandering fingers, he cuffed my wrist firmly. The slight pressure and hint of restraint made my knees weak. He pressed a hot kiss to my pulse where my bracelet hung loosely. “Are you ready?”
My breath hitched as our gazes locked. I couldn’t help but feel like he was asking me something else. Even so, I nodded. I was ready. Whatever he had in store tonight, I was confident I wanted all of it.
Without another word, he brought me down the steps.
Ian pushed off the car as we approached. Will’s hand was still in mine as Ian looped an arm around my waist and hauled me against his firm body. His other hand sifted in my hair and angled my face close to his.
A small flash of panic flitted through me at the thought of Cameron catching our embrace. The panic melted under Ian’s lips—warm and tender, yet firm and unmistakably possessive. Warmth hit my heart and bloomed over my skin where he touched me. I sighed against his lips, because I belonged in this moment. I wasn’t willing to sacrifice another second to worry.
Tonight and tomorrow and every day we chose to be together belonged to us, only us.
“I missed you,” Ian whispered, nipping gently at my lips.
“Come on, lovebirds. Dinner awaits.” Will tugged lightly, his tone teasing but laced with affection.
Ian released me, and we filed into the limo. On the short drive to dinner, we sipped champagne and made small talk, but the enclosed space after our recent absence from each other seemed to thicken the air.
I registered equal measures relief and regret when we arrived at Jean-Jacques, a swanky restaurant that I’d heard good things about but never had an occasion to visit. I was already a ball of pent-up frustration, but I was also starving, and nothing hit the spot like gourmet French cuisine.
The accented ma?tre d’ didn’t blink about my being escorted by two head-to-toe gorgeous men. He seated us in a roomy leather booth around a white-linen-covered table. The subtle light of the restaurant set an intimate and romantic atmosphere. Quiet conversation hummed through the long room, and a nearby group laughed. While I couldn’t help feeling like I wore my love of two men like a blinking sign on my back, no one paid us any mind. I let the thought slip away, shifting my focus to Will and Ian.
The server brought Perrier and wine for the table, and when it was time to order, Will did the honors, all in flawless French.
“Show off,” Ian muttered under his breath, his arm draped along the top of the booth. The posture tested the fabric of his suit, which he filled out exceptionally well.
Will grinned. “When it’s time to put out a fire, I’ll let you do the honors.”
I sipped my wine slowly, savoring every subtle flavor as the three of us slipped into a comfortable banter. Whenever silence fell on the table though, sexual tension rushed in, thick and electric, like a lightning storm rolling in from a distance.
I cleared my throat and set my glass down, trying to pull my thoughts away from my primal needs.
“So, gentlemen, what’s the occasion? I’m feeling thoroughly spoiled by all of this.”
Will twirled his glass by the base, amusement glittering in his eyes. “Can’t a couple of guys treat their girlfriend to a night on the town every once in a while?”
I laughed softly, a little bubble of happiness growing inside me. “Is that what I am now?”
Will gazed at me intently. “The ribbon-cutting was a bit of an eye-opener, for all of us, I think. I know it wasn’t easy for you to be truthful with your family about our relationship, but I’m glad you were. Because this isn’t a passing thing anymore. I want to be with you and only you, for the foreseeable future. Ian feels the same way. We want to see where this goes for the long-term.”
I nodded slowly. The picture he painted was everything I never knew I wanted until recently. Hearing it on his lips was a thrill and a relief, as long as I knew we could make it work. I hoped that I’d endured the strain with my family for the right reasons.
“You’re both comfortable with…sharing me in that way?”
“As long as you’re happy, we’re happy.” Ian’s voice seemed to vibrate through me.
I was quiet a moment. I couldn’t help but pay attention to the small kernel of doubt that crept up on me more often than I would have liked.