Her Three Liberators [The Hot Millionaires #6] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Zara Chase Page B

more confident than her.
    Jonny stood up and swept her off the floor, straight into his arms.
    “Come on,” he said. “You’re about to experience your first ever orgasm.”
    “You’re so damned cocksure of yourself,” she grumbled.
    His chuckle was decidedly wicked. “Good terminology.”
    She thought she’d be alone with Jonny for this supposedly monumental occasion she was still convinced wouldn’t happen. Seemed she was wrong since Harry and Brad trailed right along with them into the nearest bedroom. Jonny’s, she assumed. He deposited her on the bed and smiled down at her, his eyes shimmering with an emotion she had no wish to put a name to. She didn’t want to believe it was admiration. She’d been admired once before and look where that had landed her. This was an experiment, an opportunity to show these three studs that they didn’t know it all. Nothing more than that.
    To her surprise, it was Harry and Brad who moved toward the bed, tearing their shirts off but keeping their jeans buckled. Jonny slung himself on a nearby settee, apparently prepared to watch proceedings. Steffi feasted her eyes on their impressive torsos and licked her lips, fully appreciating their taut abdomens, rippling muscles, and tapered backs. Brad had a tattoo of a dagger on his forearm, she noticed. Harry had a large mole beneath his left nipple. Their curling chest hair disappeared in a thin line beneath their belts. Steffi felt an irrational urge to trace it to its source.
    More of her inhibitions fell away as she continued to observe her liberators. Perhaps this might be fun, even if they were destined to fail.
    The mattress dipped as Harry sat on one side of her and smoothed the hair from her face in a gentle, oddly sensual, and decidedly proprietary fashion that made her gut clench with desire. That was nothing new. She’d radiated with desire for Sam, and much good it had done her.
    Harry’s hair flopped over his eyes—cornflower-blue eyes, she noticed as he lowered his head and claimed her lips. His mouth was warm and mobile as it roved experimentally over hers with seductive sweeps of his velvety tongue. What was it about these brothers that made her want to kiss them right back with interest? She didn’t know and didn’t waste time analysing her reactions. Instead, she did what Jonny had told her to do and went with her feelings. She lifted her head, anxious to get as close to Harry as possible. Presumably, he took pity on her desperation and responded by crushing her mouth in a pulse-quickening kiss so intense that she couldn’t seem to get enough air into her lungs.
    The mattress dipped again as Brad sat on her opposite side. Or at least, Steffi assumed it was him. She was fully engaged with kissing Harry and didn’t intend to break off to find out. A large hand came to rest on her gut and remained there. It made her flinch but not enough to break that kiss. All sorts of interesting feelings were being stirred up inside her, thanks to Harry’s tongue, and she owed it to him to see this thing through. She knew it wouldn’t lead anywhere. Once again she’d be left feeling frustrated and unfulfilled, but she needed to let him do his worst, just so there were no doubts.
    Brad’s hand spread over her tummy, the pad of his thumb softly swirling over it in time to the rhythm of Harry’s tongue. How did he do that? When that thumb worked its way up to her tits and massaged one of her rock-hard nipples through the lace of her bra, she gave up trying to figure it out and simply went with her feelings. She would have let out a moan, except Harry’s kissing took up all her spare breath. Their lips were fused together and she didn’t feel any compelling need to change that situation.
    Sensation spiralled through her in dizzying waves as Brad continued to tantalize and tease with that damned thumb of his, dropping a string of damp kisses across her midriff as he did so. Was he trying to prove a point? He’d said