He nudged Jesse out of the way in his haste to get to the bedroom. Jesse’s laughter followed them down the hallway. “You could have just said yes,” Jesse called after him. “Uh,” Chris grunted and winked at Kayla. “You kind of bring out the caveman in me.” She wrapped her arms tighter around his neck and threaded her fingers through the dark curling hair at the base of his neck. Her stomach flopped at the look of barely banked desire shining from Chris’ face. She bit her lip between her teeth, her breathing increasing as moisture pooled in her core. She shifted in his big arms and giggled when her skin stuck to the hair on his arm. “Guess that syrup was better in theory. I’m a bit sticky.” Chris set her down on the bed. His tongue traced a path from her collarbone up to her ear. “I like you sticky,” he whispered. His hot breath and the promise in his voice made her shiver. Her skin felt as if it were on fire, aching to be touched by these two gorgeous men. Jesse’s hand slid up her calf and she moaned.
