Logan runs his hands down to my waist and he urges me to stand.
I rise, but my legs shake. He turns me around and steps with me away from the table, his mouth catching mine. I clutch his arms and let the kiss drag me under the haze that wants to take me over.
Wes steps in behind me. His chest presses to my back, hands low at my hips. He waits until I pull back from Logan and has me lean my head back onto his shoulder so that he can kiss me.
My fingers toy with the buttons of Logan’s shirt before Logan tugs me back to him. They alternate. They take turns with my lips until my head spins.
Ford moves in on my right when they give me a chance to catch my breath. He turns my face to look at him; his thumb strokes my cheek. “You are so intoxicating.”
His tongue parts my lips, stroking mine as he controls the kiss. My knees buckle from how light they make my head feel. Wes catches me.
Jace’s hand lands on my left hip. My lips feel swollen as I turn my attention toward him, but I need more. It’s easing the painin my muscles. His mouth claims mine before I can speak. My tongue swirls with his, toying with the piercing at the tip.
Wes pulls me back to him, and they continue to alternate me between the four of them until I have no idea which way is up and I don’t think I care.
By the time they all pull back, I’m panting. Logan watches me from barely a breath away.“Is this too much?”
“Fuck no.” My hands fist his shirt. I drag him toward me. My mouth crashes into his.
His hands find the back of my thighs and he lifts me, wrapping my legs around his waist. He walks us toward the bed.
Their hands are everywhere. Fingers glide along my sides, spine, and thighs. I can’t tell whose touch is whose.
Jace kisses the side of my neck.
Ford’s voice reaches my ear. “Let us take care of you.”
Logan lowers me to the ground. The back of my knees brush the mattress as I break the kiss and reach back to find the zipper of my dress. Wes moves behind me on the bed and places his hand over mine, stilling my fingers.
“I’ve got it.” He lowers the zipper.
The dress loosens. I shiver as the bodice slips free from my ribs, the off-the-shoulder sleeves giving way without resistance. The sweetheart neckline falls. Logan catches it before it drops completely; his knuckles graze the curve of my waist.
He eases it down over my hips. Ford kneels, pressing a kiss to my knee before he helps me step out of it.
The champagne lace of the lingerie corset stays behind. Sheer on the sides and over my navel. The cups are supportive, with floral embroidery stitched over the top of the cups as they push my breasts up. It’s delicate and fits like a second skin.
Jace whistles as he steps closer. “Fuck. Remind me to get an old-style camera and take up the hobby of developing film.”
His gray eyes travel over me. “Because I want to take so many pictures of you right now, babe. Without there ever being a chance of it leaking to the public. You are a sight that only we get to enjoy.”
Logan nods. “For once, I agree with him. “
My cheeks burn as they all take me in. “It’s just some simple lingerie, guys. It’s not earth shattering. You’ve seen me naked for weeks now.”
Ford stares up at me as he kneels at my feet. “Because it doesn’t matter how many times we get to undress you. Every time takes our breath away.” He undoes my ankle straps and pulls off my heels, letting his fingers glide over my feet.
From behind me, Wes undoes the strings of the soft corset, loosening them until Logan and Jace slide it down off my body and Ford helps me step out of it, leaving me in a pair of sheer panties and nothing else.
Cool air hits my nipples. I don’t know how they can tighten more, but they do.
Jace’s fingers trace the line of my ribs. “You’re so fucking perfect.”
Logan, Jace, and Ford stand in front of me, as Wes still kneels on the bed. I feel like a goddess under their gazes. This is how I wish our first heat together could’ve gone.
Jace runs his fingers down to my panties and hooks them in the band. “These, too?”
“Yes,” I breathe.
