I’d never really asked myself that question before, always taking their presence for granted. Leo and Sam had a consulting company, something that had to do with technology, something that meant they spent an inordinate amount of time online. Maybe Logan helped them with that. All I knew was they made enough money for us to live here, and that had been enough for me at the time. They’d always told me they’d take care of me, that my home was with them.
So, why had I never asked them questions about themselves? Because they’d have taken that as a confirmation, as if my wanting to know more about them meant I was ready for my mates.
But now here I was, and the problem still hadn’t been resolved. It’d worsened, actually. Logan was touching me for the first time, and I didn’t know what to do. I’d been torturing myself with Leo and his reaction, I hadn’t even really thought of the other men.
He took my stillness as acceptance and deepened the kiss, his tongue tangling around mine as if it had every right to be there. His hands moved to rest on my hips, squeezing the soft flesh there, dragging an unrestrained moan from deep inside my chest. He pressed his body further against mine, and when I felt his erection dig into my stomach, I swear blood rushed through every part of my body.
I was on fire, and it wasn’t because of the heat this time, or because I wasn’t feeling good. It was because a man kissed me in a way that told me how much he wanted me. It was because his body felt so good against mine, my breasts were already hardening inside my bra. I hadn’t felt so free in years, and damn but it was good to my parched soul.
Hooking my arms around his neck, I hung on to him and rocked my hips up. He growled something inside my mouth and let his hands wander under my camisole. I’d put a bra on earlier that morning just in case one of them happened to come into my house, but now my breasts felt restricted and were already complaining about it. When Logan’s palms pressed against them, I nearly screamed. Instead, I gasped and pressed myself closer.
Before I knew what was happening, he’d boosted me up onto the counter. I wasn’t thin, but it’d never been a problem for them. I had to stop forgetting they weren’t merely men. They were lions too, and their strength was a fine example of their species. For them, my being 5’7” with a lot of added curves meant nothing, except that they had more skin to play with. Even when I’d battled terrible teenage acne, they’d never made comments about the way I looked. In fact, as far as I could remember, they’d always insinuated they liked my body. I’d never been sure, however, if it was because they’d always seen me as theirs, or because they truly appreciated my curves. I guess I would find out soon…
The cold tiles under my thighs heated up as I widened my legs under the pressure of his torso. He pulled back a little and muttered, “I have to have you.”
“I know,” I replied just before sucking his lower lip inside my mouth.
He growled, the feline sound driving me crazy. I pushed the thoughts of Leo and the others out of my mind and focused on him. Logan’s skin was smooth under my palms as I slipped them up his sides. Enjoying the play of his muscles, I made a point of touching him everywhere I could, from his lightly furred chest to his hard back. When my hands slipped to his front however, he stopped me. “Not now,” he admonished as he grabbed my wrists in one hand.
“Why?” I asked, leaning up to nuzzle the side of his neck. I licked the spot where a thick vein beat a wild tempo. When I lightly nipped it with my teeth, he swore beneath his breath and attacked my camisole. It flew behind us, soon followed by my bra, leaving me naked from the waist up.