He maneuvered until he stood in front of her, forcing her to halt, so he could look directly into her eyes. The hesitant smile on her face made his heart thump harder. Her eyes glittered in the twilight, and her hair lifted beneath the small gusts of breeze drifting from the lake before settling around her shoulders again.For more about this m/f/m paranormal menage, visit my site. Or if you want to jump straight to reading more about kissing (and more!) twin brothers, visit Loose Id.
“And if you change your mind, you’ll let me know? We want you to be happy here.”
“I am happy.” He must have taken too long to respond, or perhaps his poorly disguised longing flittered across his face, because she cocked her head at him. “Elijah?”
His gaze dropped to her mouth, and a flush of heat filled him. When he lifted his gaze to meet hers again, he tried to clear his thoughts with a single shake of his head. Despite the perfect setting, the closeness of her, and the need for her curled within him, Elijah felt awkward. “I don’t know how to do this right,” he muttered.
“Do what?”
In all the years of making love to women, the one time he needed it to matter, for the life of him, he couldn’t figure out how to do something as simple as kiss this woman.
Throwing caution to the wind, he just did.
She didn’t yield to him immediately. Elijah kept his mouth pressed firmly against hers, ready to pull away if she gave him even the slightest sense he wasn’t welcome. He had to have shocked her with his forwardness, and that thought alone kept him from stopping altogether.
She tasted sweet, the lingering traces of fruit salad they’d savored as dessert flavoring her breath. He breathed in her air, his lips caressing gently across hers in sweeping touches. Then her mouth parted, her tongue meeting his halfway. The kiss between them as delicate and fragile as she seemed at times.
When she rested her hands on his arms, Elijah pulled her closer. She made a soft sound in her throat, and for right now, he let himself become lost in her. Their salvation.
Best,
Dee
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