Dirty Sex (BOOK 2)

Why did women always say that? Normally, men with “wonderful taste”

and his interest in Kimber, Deke might find a way to have her all to himself, legs sprea

attered, she was his worst

ad for the past twelve years, since that terrible summer, he w

orating and coo

hazel eyes lit up as t

ecorating, so of course, she was going to be impressed. But she’d come here for

is way to the end of the hall. He shoved

s Luc’s

nd of modern and Tuscan,

y king-sized bed, invited women to come in and get…comfortable.

floor of Luc’s room, then at h

picture the two of them alone sleeping, touching, fucking, while a few walls sep

d them to

wasn’t lying right next to the woman who’d most revved his libido in the last decade when the next sleepless midnight rolled around, he could

bad

sometimes have trouble sleeping.

h right and wrong. Her being here, learning from him and Luc, it was a double-edged sword. Deke did think she was making a mistake. Kimber just didn’t str

McCall—a rock star who likely had a willing hoard of groupies in every city around the globe and would ev

summer with Heather, he and Luc had shared damn near everything, damn near

d for his soul, Deke decid

hes and put her flat on Luc’s bed. Fuck dinner. Some crazed part of him was n

o make your life difficult. I promise.

too long. “It’s fine.” He shut the door to Luc’s bedroom—and the disturbing images of his cousin and Kimber entwin

and a pool table that, thanks to Luc, managed to have enou

screen TV, a pair of leather sofas, a couple of gami

nk that a man’s domain

h books and movies on the shelves along

ast when we’re not…busy.” Color flushed her cheeks again. Her perfectly pale skin didn’t allow her to hide from mu

ng to hold it together through the two-hour affair Luc liked to make out of dinner? At the mom

to study. Now you’ve seen pretty much the whole house. There’s a

d, you wouldn’t

he sipped her wine, then bit her lip again, and Deke was damn near ready

m a flustered smile. “You’re go

more than see it. That moment c

c yelled fro

rp anticipation so they could get on to the big show

g. His cousin seated Kimber, pushing in her chair li

e, smiled, flirted, casually touched—and made him mad as hell. Kimber blushed and smiled and hung on his

ed that he wasn

ded to prove that while Luc’s nicer qualities were al

damn near see her eagerness esca

y times she’d lose count. And he vowed that

**

mptious—and ent

she could barely boil water. Most of the “feminine arts” had escaped her. The by-pro

she’d worn tonight hadn’t given her hives. But the r

artial arts

e past. She only hoped that, since Deke and Luc were tutoring her, no

ke dinner?”

, and everyone avoiding the unspoken topic hanging heavy in the room, the coming night and what it would bring, Kimber’s nerves were sharper than any of Luc’

hour, she guessed he was more than ready to adjourn to the b

“Dinner was wonderful. Thanks for a lovely m

, but his eyes…they danced with mischief, as if

asses is my limit

ry, t

was beautiful, sensual, playful, easy to talk to, cultured, curiou

ed to strangle the man

ore f

hing for some decadent chocolate confection. “Dessert? I can make c

ou in bed.” Luc stopped in the middle of the kitchen, dis

civil conversation, and those burning eyes of his had damn near charred her appetit

of his slacks. To her left, a chair scraped across the floor, disturbing the dea

erect

maybe not… Maybe Deke’s desire hadn’t totally tackled

now. Inexperience was

ologized. “I’m not used to tempering what

d tugged on her arm, nearly dragging

be

l, y

men and sex and something beyond self-pleasure—and she was going to learn it at the hands of two of the most gorgeous men sh

know exactly what he needed and how to give it to him. He’d race to pursue deepening the

king this torte.” Kimber tossed a teasing glance ove

it off your breasts,” Luc

her, but she couldn’t hear, since Deke was already pulling her down the hall, toward Luc’s wide bed. In less tha

s apart and plunged deep into the kiss, engaging her, igniting her. Kimber thr

t lust flowed with every hot swipe of his tongue against he

if he’d been made to occupy the cradle of her thighs. And when he pushed against her, bumping her clit, she gasped into the kiss, stunned th