“And to what do I owe the honor of this little visit?” Husky and sweet, her voice promised delights that tortured his most vivid fantasies, awake and sleeping.
She was dressed in nothing but a long, silky robe. He had to curl his fingers into a fist to keep from stripping it from her body and baring her to his gaze, right there in the open doorway.
“Do you really want to talk about it in the hallway?” he asked.
She looked from him to Chase again. Whatever Chase did, the damned maniac, had her lips twitching with amusement.
He turned in time to catch his brother ducking his head and rubbing his hand around the back of his neck. Chase didn’t need to make her f**king laugh. All he had to do was his part. Be here, help Cam maintain his emotional distance while they drove her crazy with pleasure.
“Fine.” She breathed out slowly before moving back and opening the door fully. “Come on in. I was just having a glass of wine and thinking about jerks. You’ll fit right in, Cam.”
Damn, she hadn’t changed as much as he had feared she had.
They stepped into the roomy sitting room, as she strolled—glided—all those graceful moves women made when they walked across the floor. But she did it better than any other woman he had ever known.
“The suite’s nice,” Chase commented, clearing his throat as he glanced between Cam and Jaci. “You should know I picked it out.”
She lifted her brows in mock surprise. “You have very good taste, Chase. I’ve always said that about you.”
“Most women do.” His cockiness was going to get on Cam’s nerves any minute.
Cam threw his brother a hard, warning glare and only received a chuckle in return.
Jaci picked up her wine as she curled herself into the corner of the couch and stared back at them. She knew. He stared into her eyes, watched her gaze flicker, and he knew that she knew exactly why he was there.
It was eating him alive. For years, the memory of that one night had been like a slow, eating cancer, destroying his mind. He had f**ked other women. He had taken them, he had danced with them, he had made small talk with them. But Jaci had always been there. Her laughter, her smile, the heat of her kiss, the shock in her eyes when she realized Chase was the man between her thighs, licking with greedy abandon as Cam filled her mouth with his cock.
That memory had the power to destroy his self-control at any given time.
“And what do you say about me?” Cam couldn’t hold the question back. For a moment, just a moment, jealousy ate into him. He didn’t need Chase flirting with her, showing her everything Cam wasn’t.
She turned to him, and what flashed in her eyes stilled the jealousy, the brewing anger.
“That you’re the jerk,” she stated with mocking conviction.
And for the first time, Cam almost smiled. Because she didn’t mean it. He could see the fine tremor in her hands as she brought the wineglass to her lips. The throb of her pulse beating out of control against her neck. And that flush. The light stroke of color on her face that indicated arousal, anticipation, curiosity.
“I’ve always said that about him, too,” Chase assured her as he moved across the room to the bar and poured himself a whisky. “I knew you were a smart girl, Jaci.”
Cam shrugged his jacket from his shoulders and tore at the tie around his throat. And her eyes never left him. Her fingers tightened around the wineglass and her tongue stroked over her lips nervously.
“What happened to seduction?” she finally asked, as she heard Chase’s muttered curse from across the room.
“Did you know we were here in Alexandria?” Cam asked her then.
“I knew.”
“Did you know we worked for Ian?”
She inhaled roughly. “Not until tonight.”
“Do you have any idea how much I want you, Jaci?”
He was burning alive for her. His c**k was so hard, he wondered if he would survive without f**king her this time—or if he could live through another night of jacking off and needing the touch of her body so much that the need was nearly violent.
“Like I said, what happened to seduction?”
“Was it something he was ever good at?” Chase asked her then. “If I remember correctly, I’m the nice guy, he’s the sidekick.”
She glanced at Chase before bringing her gaze back to Cam slowly. “He was never the sidekick.”
Satisfaction surged inside him. Everyone knew Chase was the one with the smooth lines and the charm. He convinced the women they needed both brothers at once, while Cam watched, waited, and added to their pleasure—then left them to Chase’s smooth maneuvers, once the bed play was finished.
“So, you just show up at my hotel room and expect me to spread myself open to your combined lusts?” She arched her brow mockingly, but her eyes, green and brown with hints of blue, darkened at the thought.
“Chase seduces, if that’s what you need first.” He had to clench his teeth at the thought of waiting. He needed to be inside her. Now. Fuck charm and seduction.
“And what will you do while he seduces me?”
Her ni**les were hard. They pressed against the silken material of the robe, tight and budded with arousal.
“I’ll watch.” His voice sounded harder, more guttural then he had ever heard it himself. “And go crazy for you. I’ll remember the sight of the head of my c**k buried between your sweet lips, and the pleasure on your face as my brother licked at the sweetest cream in the world. And go crazy, because right now, nothing in the world is as important as burying myself inside you.”
Her face flushed brighter as he talked. The pulse at the side of her throat picked up its pace and her eyes grew wide, almost dazed, almost seduced.
“But it has to be both of you?”
It had to be. He couldn’t accept it any other way. Any other woman, he’d be damned if it mattered; however he f**ked her was fine. But with this woman? This woman had the power to destroy him, and he knew it. It had to be both of them, because it was the only way to claim her and still retain a hold on himself.
“Jaci.” There was no way to explain, but so many ways he wished he could. “It will give you more pleasure than you can imagine. I swear that to you.”
It wasn’t enough. It wasn’t enough for any woman, and he knew it. Chase had warned him for months that it wouldn’t be enough for her now, any more than it would have been before.