Page 18 of Secret Pleasure (Bound Hearts 13)

That was Sebastian. Playful as a fucking kid, even when he was pissed off.

“Spanking her ass. I’m telling you, Shane. Spanking it. Fucking it. She’s going to kill herself.” Then he was cursing in Spanish. Shane could only shake his head. When Sebastian began cursing in Spanish they had a problem. He’d never known his cousin to slip to this extreme over a woman before, though. Not that he blamed him; it was just unexpected.

Blowing out a hard breath, Shane watched as Alyssa’s legs shifted on the bed and she slowly rolled over, stretching out before him, the slender delicacy of her body holding him spellbound.

How the hell did she manage to do that to him?

His mouth went dry; his cock went from iron hard to painfully stiff. Have mercy. When Sebastian had called her a siren, he’d known what he was about.

One hand rested on her stomach, the other over her head, and when he made himself focus on her face he watched as her lashes drifted open drowsily.

“Morning,” she whispered, her lashes drifting over her eyes again.

His gaze moved to her breasts, watching them rise and fall, her tight little engorged nipples trying to poke through the cloth. “It’s too early to get up,” she breathed sleepily.

“If you don’t we’re getting in that bed with you, darlin’,” he assured her.

If they got in that bed with her, he doubted they’d get out of it for a very long time.

“’Kay.” Her lips curled with a hint of feminine satisfaction as Sebastian pulled himself from the floor to stare down at her.

Shane toed the casual leather slippers from his feet. He didn’t dare undress. Damn, he wanted to feel her naked skin against his own. But, the loss of self-control would be instantaneous.

“Alyssa darlin’,” he drawled, stretching out beside her, wanting her so bad he could barely stand it. “What were you doing last night after we left?”

Sebastian eased into place on the other side of her.

A frown flitted across her brow. “Was I s’posed to do somethin’?” A little stretch and shift had his breath catch and raging hunger building.

“Perhaps there was something you shouldn’t have been doing,” he suggested, watching as Sebastian lifted the hem of her shirt just enough to lower his head and brush his lips over her stomach.

Bastard. He had even less self-control evidently.

“Hmm, feels good,” she mumbled, lifting closer to his touch.

“Answer, siren.” Shane wasn’t about to let her off the hook this easily. “What did you do that you shouldn’t have?”

“Shh,” she urged him. “Not yet.”

She stretched again, arching against Sebastian’s lips as they continued to brush over the silken flesh of her stomach.

“I could make him stop until you answer me,” he suggested gently. “Want me to do that, baby?”

A little pout pulled at her lips.

“Alyssa,” he added a warning note to his voice.

“They didn’t fit anyway,” she muttered. “Told you they wouldn’t.”

Sebastian’s head jerked up, his expression tightening, turning savage with need. Shane felt his own control beginning to slip. The bruise was forgotten for the moment in light of that little statement.

“Say that again,” Sebastian groaned. “One more time.”

A breathy little sigh left her lips. She peeked up at Shane with a little glare as a flush washed from her breasts to her hairline.

“I said they didn’t fit. You were playing a prank on me.” Ire sparkled in her eyes. “And you woke me, Shane. That was a really nice dream I was having.”

He couldn’t breathe. The thought of her stretched out in the bed, trying to use the intimate toys, as she thought of them, had every cell in his body burning to take her.