Breakfast at Tiffany’s Read Online Free Page B

like?” Shane’s breath felt warm against her face.
    Goose bumps sprinkled her skin. “But all the other girls—”
    “Never compared to you,” finished Marcus.
    Her chest tightened. How could this be? All this time, had they really been crushing on each other and never acted on it for fear of how the other would react?
    “I don’t understand. Why haven’t you said anything about wanting me until now?”
    Shane sighed. “We didn’t want to scare you away. We wanted to make sure the time was right. Timing is everything.”
    “And you think that time is now?” The answer both frightened and excited her.
    “It’s up to you. I’m going to take a wild guess and say you probably can tell how we feel about things.”
    Oh yeah, they felt rock hard and hot beneath the denim. Bodies so close she could smell their muskiness.
    “You just say the word,” Shane stated. “If you don’t want us to touch you, say so.”
    Tiffany knew she couldn’t possibly think straight being sandwiched between them. In the heat of the moment she was ready to tear their clothes off. But if she had a moment by herself to think it over, would she change her mind?
    “I really should go change and get cleaned up.”
    “Allow us to help.” Marcus slid her shirt from her arms and tossed it along the back counter.
    Her nipples pressed tight against the fabric of the tank top.
    She chewed her bottom lip. “I didn’t expect this when I asked you over.”
    “It has been a long time coming.” With his warm, strong hands, Shane pulled her tank top over her head, and then peppered her shoulders with moist kisses. “There, isn’t that’s better?”
    Her nipples ached, they were so damn tight. Instinctively, she crossed her arms over her breasts.
    “Don’t you dare cover those beauties up,” he whispered. “We’ve want to see all of you. We’ve dreamt of this moment.”
    His words were hypnotic and she let her arms relax at her sides.
    “Let’s get this skirt off, shall we?”
    She could only nod. Not only had she forgotten how to speak, somewhere along the way she’d forgotten how to breathe, too.
    Marcus leaned over to make quick work of the button and zipper. She caught the scent of shampoo and soap, a clean, fresh scent that tickled her nose. Behind her, she felt Shane hook his thumbs beneath the waistband and tug the denim over her hips.
    Like a sigh of relief, the skirt whooshed down her legs to the floor. She stepped out of the denim puddle and turned, her back pressed against the cool counter.
    Her gaze wandered from one delicious hunk to the other.
    “Um, gee Tiff,” groaned Shane. “I never realized how good you looked.”
    Marcus nodded. “You’ve been taking care of yourself.”
    The look they gave her set her body on fire. A mix between appreciation and possession. A look she never expected from them. “You know I eat right and exercise now.”
    “Yeah, but it has really paid off. All those layers you wear are deceptive.”
    Their glowing remarks raised her self-esteem to an all-time high.
    “When you want us to stop, just say the word,” Marcus reminded her.
    Awareness rippled through her body. She couldn’t deny them even if she wanted to.
    “Our only interest is pleasing you.”
    She couldn’t believe this was happening. It was surreal and scary and beyond all comprehension. There had been a certain safeness in admiring them from afar. They couldn’t reject her, and she wouldn’t have to get her emotions stomped on. But now they were throwing themselves at her, promising pleasure, and not just from one, but from both.
    Tiffany watched their gaze move from her face and lower to her breasts. She felt decadent. Beautiful. Their gaze dipped lower and their grins widened. Shane’s eyes lit up and she heard Marcus stifle a laugh. Something was up. She’d waxed the other day, so her legs were still satiny smooth. Other than standing in nothing but her underwear, she… Her eyes grew wide. A lump formed in her