“It’s been seven years since I’ve seen you, Cam,” she whispered then, rising to her feet as her expression suddenly turned somber. “We’re not the same people we were then. You can’t just expect me to jump into bed with you.”
He had expected that. He had known she wasn’t that easy, wasn’t the sort of woman who just took sex in stride. But he wasn’t just any other man, either. And seven years was seven years too long, with this need raging inside him.
“I let what belonged to me slip through my fingers then,” he stated as he moved toward her, watching her stiffen, watching her eyes dilate and darken. “You were mine, Jaci. Look at you. You still want me, just as damned badly as I want you. And this time I won’t let you slip away from me.”
“Cam.” Chase’s voice was a distant protest.
“All you have to do is say no,” he told her, his hands framing her face, feeling the heat and the silk of her flesh as he let his body brush against hers. “Just say no, and it stops.”
Her lips parted and his covered them. He pretended she was parting them for his kiss, rather than to whisper that hated word, and for the moment, she went along with him.
Cam felt lust flay his balls as her lips parted. She trembled, and like the virgin she had been seven years before, stood in anticipation as he stared into her eyes and pressed her lips with the kiss.
He didn’t devour her, though God knew he wanted to. He needed to. He let his tongue lick over her lips as his arms went around her, drawing her against him. Then he slanted his lips over hers and took what he needed.
Nothing had ever compared to Jaci’s lips. She kissed like a wanton. Like she was addicted to his kiss, the stroke of his tongue. She took his tongue like a woman on the edge of coming. And he loved it.
Once she came alive beneath his lips, it was like tasting fire and rain. Her arms lifted to his shoulders, her little nails pressed into the fabric of his shirt, and she trembled in his arms.
She had trembled just like that the last time. Part fear and part excited arousal. Wicked intensity burned inside her as she rose against him, straining for more. Knowing he had more to give her.
And he had so much more. His hands moved down her back, gripped her sweet ass, and lifted her to the cradle of his thighs.
He’d be damned if he would give her a chance to say no. Already the sweet taste of her was penetrating his senses, firing through his nervous system. He was burning for her, awake now to every nuance of the moans leaving her lips. To the feel of the curve of her butt, the touch of her thigh against his.
And Chase moving in behind her.
He could feel his brother coming to her as he relished her taste, her touch.
And he could feel his brother’s uncertainty. The twin bond they had once shared had been absent for over twenty years. And that was his fault. But he could still sense Chase’s uncertainty, and at times his nightmares.
There were no nightmares now. He wasn’t going to allow them for either of them.
Now, there was only pleasure.
“Don’t say no.” His lips lifted from hers, then he skimmed them over her jaw. Her head tilted back as he moved down her neck. “Just feel. We’ll seduce you together. Seven years. Seven f**king years, Jaci, and I’m dying for you now.”
It was a craving. An addiction. As though his mind and his body had finally recognized a missing component to his life. Jaci was missing. And he needed her now, ached with a junkie’s desperation.
Behind her, Chase pressed closer, his hands sliding to the belt of the robe, undoing the loose knot and slipping it free.
“No means no,” Chase whispered at her ear, and Cam hated him for encouraging her to even consider saying that hated word.
“What does no get me?” Her head tipped back until it rested on Chase’s shoulder and Cam watched, his body strung tight, his c**k throbbing in agony as the silk of the robe parted, revealing perfect br**sts, sweet dark ni**les, and lower, between slender luscious thighs, a neat little triangle of fiery curls.
Before his brother could convince her to say no, Cam was tasting her. He was licking her.
He was bending, spreading kisses along her torso, her little belly, going to his knees as one hand cupped her inner thigh and he lifted her leg to curl over his shoulder.
Cam’s hands were shaking. Hell, his hands hadn’t shook since he was fifteen years old. But they were shaking now, as he parted the dewy, syrup-laden folds hiding the sweetest flesh in the world.
“Cam.” Her voice was uncertain, just a little dazed.
He glanced up from the sweet treasure to see her braced against Chase’s chest, his brother’s hands cupping her br**sts and his lips at her shoulder.
“It’s so easy,” he whispered. “To just feel the pleasure. That’s all, Jaci. Let me love you. Let me love you the only way I can.”
How much he revealed in those simple words. Jaci felt a sob lodge in her throat, felt the sudden aching need to know Cam, exactly how he was right now. To take what he wanted to give her.
“It’s okay,” Chase whispered in her ear, a soft caress of breath barely heard. “It’s just Cam, Jaci. I promise you. It’s just Cam loving you.”
She trembled and closed her eyes, hearing in his voice something she needed to know. Her heart had always belonged to Cam, she couldn’t share it. Couldn’t imagine opening part of it for another man.
Then she couldn’t imagine ever thinking a sane thought again. She flinched as sensation drove her breath from her lungs and pleasure began a lash of intensity that threatened to break her.
She felt Cam lick her. His tongue pressed into the narrow slit of her pu**y, licked up and around her clit, and had her crying out with the tidal wave force of sensations tearing through her.
She remembered Chase licking her there. Remembered his tongue, gentle and savoring. Cam savored, but he took and gave with a force that left her shuddering. He devoured her like a man starving for the taste. And in turn, he drove hesitancy and doubt from her mind.
She had always wondered what she had walked away from. Now she was finding out. This. Cam’s hungry mouth delving into her pu**y, his body bending until he could work his tongue into the narrow opening of her pu**y, driving into it in a hard, destructive thrust.
“Oh God!” Her hands were threaded in his hair, her head pressing into Chase’s shoulder as Chase’s fingers pulled at her ni**les. Blistering streaks of pleasure and gentle pain raced from the hard tips to her womb, mixing with the fiery fingers of white-hot sensation tearing from her vagina.