Free Sunrise For Three: A Military Erotic Romance (Sexy Siesta Series Book 3) by Talina Perkins Page B

your legs around me.”  She did as he commanded, bracing her arms around his neck in the process. Marc strode across the length of the cabin, Colt hot on their heels, his gaze steady on hers.
    Dios , she’d forgotten. There was a bedroom on board. The last time she was here, she’d spent a good portion of their flight wondering if they ever used it for any feminine entertainment on their business trips.
    She quickly shoved the unsavory thought aside, not wanting to think about that now any more than she did the first time she’d been here.
    Colt cocked his head.
    How did he do that? See the slightest shift in her thoughts? Sometimes the man was too perceptive for his own good. He’d obviously picked up on her thoughts. Was she that easy to read? Around these two she needed to work on her poker face.
    Marc’s arms tightened around her waist a fraction. She bent her head and rubbed her nose along the shell of his ear all the while holding Colt’s attention. Marc cupped her ass. He pushed open a door as she sprinkled kisses along the tender flesh of his neck, stopping at the rim of his shirt. He angled his head slightly to give her better access and she retraced her path loving his masculine taste.
    Colt stepped into the room, shut and locked the door. His muscles bunched in his jaw as he gritted his teeth.
    Marc turned and she took in her new surroundings. A small built-in bed took up much of the room, leaving them just enough room to stand and open the door to a second private bathroom just off the side.
    She lowered her legs and slowly glided down Marc’s hardened body. So much delicious male.
    Colt stepped up behind her and snaked his arms around her. He slipped a hand beneath her borrowed T-shirt, grazing the sensitive skin of her midriff. She shuddered. His warm, expert fingers cupped her breasts through the silky material of her bra. He had such a gentle touch. She liked that about him.
    Marc reached for the edge of her shirt, curling his fingers into the material. This is it, chica . Her lips parted and she straightened slightly so he could tug off the offending piece of cloth.
    He pulled it over her head in one tug, letting it puddle on the floor beside their feet.
    With a single hand, Marc wrapped his fingers around her both her wrists and locked them behind her, arching her back into Colt’s palms.
    This close she could see the golden specks in Marc eyes dance with a mischievous glint. Colt removed his left hand and Marc slipped the material of her bra beneath her mound with his free hand, his intent clear. Warm wetness consumed her extended nipple, his soft lips pulling gently.
    She braced herself against Colt, his hands cupping her breasts offering them up like fruit to for Marc’s hungry mouth.
    In a dark whisper he praised her while Marc feasted. “You’re everything I imagined, sweetheart. Beautiful.” His warm breath teased the hair by her ear, fanning out to caress her cheek. She turned, capturing his lips before he could pull back.
    “Sweet and delicious.” Marc turned her attention to him. His tone filled with the same need she heard in Colt’s voice.
    Marc’s gaze danced over her exposed skin, sending searing heat straight to her nipples. They pebbled under his attention, and he licked his lips.
    He paused then lowered his eyes to her abdomen. “Fuck me, that’s the sexiest sight I’ve ever seen.” His voice tight with desire. For her. The fact made her insides twist and tie into knots.
    Passion rushed her, her heart unable to keep up. “Colt, our overly dressed secretary—”
    “Executive assistant,” she corrected with a cocked brow. She preferred that to secretary. Her sister thought she was being snobbish, but after the sacrifice to earn her degree, she thought it fitting.
    His lips quirked up and he corrected his stance on her position with their firm. “Yes. My bad. Our executive assistant has a wild side beneath all her formal exterior.”
    Marc gently flicked the dangling