“God! Jaci!” He moved his lips from hers.
She was outraged that he had stopped. Desperate, blinding need filled her, overwhelmed her.
“Don’t stop.” She fisted her hands harder in his hair, dragging his lips back to hers. “Just for a few minutes. Let me feel you for just a few more minutes.”
He muttered a male groan and he was kissing her again. Blissful kisses. Kisses that let her sink into that world of pleasure once again—a world where Cam’s strong arms tightened around her, lifted her—where security enfolded her.
She was only distantly aware of her back meeting the couch and Cam looming over her. He was surrounding her. His powerful arms were sheltering her, his kisses dragging her past fear and distrust, and filling her with his hunger, his need.
She let her hands slide from his hair to his shoulders, pushing frantically at the shirt in her quest to touch his flesh.
His knee slid between her thighs, pressed into the sensitive flesh of her silk-covered pu**y, and sent talons of desire digging into her womb.
“Slow down, Jaci.” He forced his lips away from hers once more, trailed them over her jaw, and ignored her cry of loss. “Easy. Let me touch you, sweetheart.”
Jaci arched toward his lips, her head turning as they slid to her neck, her h*ps lifting against the pressure of his thigh, as his teeth scraped down her neck.
“I love your taste,” he groaned as he pulled at her shirt, baring the upper orbs of her br**sts for his lips.
He feasted on the rapidly rising and falling mounds, his lips and tongue playing against them as she tried to get closer, tried to force his head lower.
“Sweet Jaci.”
She didn’t know where Chase was. She thought she felt him at the end of the couch behind her head, but she couldn’t drag her senses away from Cam long enough to be certain.
Buttons released from the blouse as he pulled at the edges, popping them loose, and she didn’t give a damn. He could shred the blouse if he wanted to.
He bared her bra, delicate creamy lace, to his gaze, and within seconds released the front clasp that held it secure, then lowered his head.
“Cam!” she cried out.
His lips covered the hard, sensitive peak of her nipple and drew it into his mouth. There, he sucked and laved the peak, his tongue flicked over it, his teeth rasped against it.
Liquid pleasure burned beneath her flesh, as her head thrashed against the cushions of the couch. She needed more of him. More of his touch.
“I can’t breathe,” she panted, yet she arched closer.
“Me neither.” He groaned, moving to the other peak. “I don’t give a damn.”
Another cry tore from her lips as he took the other nipple into his mouth and gave it the same rough loving. He sucked on her with driven hunger. He laved the tip with his tongue, then caught it between his strong teeth, worried it with exciting roughness, then suckled it again until she was writhing beneath him.
Her skirt was past her thighs, pushed to her h*ps by hard calloused hands, as her blouse fanned out around her.
“I want all of you.” He nipped at the curve of her breast. “I want it all now, Jaci.”
God yes. She needed it all. She needed him until she felt as though she were unraveling at the seams with the strength of that need.
“Yes.” She tried to drag his lips closer. “Don’t stop. Not yet. Please Cam, not yet.”
He was torn. Cam could feel every cell in his body screaming at him to take her. Nothing mattered but sinking inside her.
He glanced behind her to see Chase loosening his shirt, then his slacks. Sometimes, Chase just watched, and that was okay because Cam couldn’t drag his attention off the woman in his arms, and he would be damned if he could pull back from so much as a moment of this pleasure. Right now, while she was in his arms, he needed to know he held her. Completely. All of her.
God, he didn’t want to lose her again. And he knew he wouldn’t be able to deny the need, eventually, to take her alone.
He wanted her just like this, in his arms. She arched against the knee he had planted between her thighs, rubbing herself against him like a needy little kitten. And for the moment they both ignored Chase.
He had to pull his lips back from her breast and grit his teeth against the hunger burning through him.