She was getting incredibly wet. Wetter than she had been when he released her from the wall moments ago.
“Do you think they can see that flush of arousal on your face?” He bent close, his lips at her ear, as she stood stiffly beside him. “And your ni**les are hard, Jaci. I wonder if the security personnel watching this are getting as turned on as I am.”
She was saved from having to form a reply by the light ping of warning that the elevator was drawing to a stop. A second later, Cam’s hand was once more at her lower back.
He escorted her from the elevator, and Jaci fought to restrain her breathing, to keep from panting. He’d always had the ability to do that to her, to make her breathing too hard, her imagination too intense. Especially after last night’s dreams and the night before in his and Chase’s arms.
“You haven’t had any questions about the club,” he stated as they were driving from the hotel long minutes later, heading back to the Sinclair mansion. “Most women would be full of questions.”
“It’s a men’s club, and it’s full of perverts. What more is there to know?” she asked mockingly, knowing how judgmental she sounded and at this point not really caring.
She was too damned curious about the club though, and she didn’t want to be. She had learned a long time ago that her curiosity could be dangerous. It had been her curiosity that had gotten her into the trouble at the Robertses’ mansion. She wasn’t going to make that mistake anywhere else.
Cam chuckled at her response. “How do you define a pervert, Jaci? Anyone who doesn’t do it straight missionary, or are there other allowances?”
“Acceptable sex is allowable,” she said carefully, staring straight ahead as Cam drove.
“Acceptable sex? What the hell is acceptable sex?” He shifted gears, and his body tensed and moved as he worked the clutch and the gear shift, and maneuvered the Jaguar through the heavy city traffic.
“Stop lusting after me while I drive,” he drawled. “Answer me, Jaci, what’s acceptable sex?”
“I am not lusting after you while you drive. And you’re a man. Men know what acceptable sex is.”
“But you just called me a pervert,” he pointed out, his voice vibrating with laughter. “How would I know what acceptable sex is?”
“Have you ever had sex without Chase?” She turned to look at him, brushing her hair from her face, as he shifted gears again and accelerated through the thinning traffic.
“Often.” The grin that tugged at his lips infuriated her.
“Do you have sex with Chase?” She snapped out. She was sick of the questions raging inside her, the need to know, just to understand.
He glared at her, offended male sensibilities filling his expression.
“Damn, Jaci, are you trying to make me lose my breakfast here?”
“It’s a reasonable question, Cam,” she pointed out heatedly. “Give me one reason, just one reason why you would have even considered wanting another man to have sex with your lover, in any way, let alone while you’re there? How can you justify that to yourself, let alone to your lovers? How can you justify that to any woman who would care for you?”
Silence filled the vehicle. There was only the powerful hum of the motor, the sound of the gears shifting.
“Does there have to be a reason why?” he finally asked, his voice dark, dangerous. “Don’t deny you enjoyed it. You were screaming for more, Jaci.”
“That’s not the point. There’s always a reason why.” With Cam and Chase, there was no other option. Everything they did had a reason. They were controlled, determined, exacting. They wouldn’t do something so dark as sharing their lovers without a reason.
“And how do you figure there has to be a reason why?”
“Because, from the time I was sixteen until I turned twenty-one, you and Chase made certain I was protected. One way or the other. You pulled me out of parties, the bad-asses in town stayed well away from me, and no matter what I did, I was aware one of you had been there before me. You were possessive, Cam. If you didn’t care who touched me, then you wouldn’t have been.”
“I’m still possessive of you.” He surprised her with the statement. “I’d want to kill any man I didn’t choose to touch you.”
Her lips parted in shock. Jaci could do nothing but stare at him in disbelief as they made the turn into Squire Point.
“You did not say what I just thought you said.”
He was silent for long moments, his jaw clenched tight, his nostrils flaring.
“I said it.” The gears shifted smooth and easy, but she could feel the restraint in each move he made. It pulsed in the interior of the vehicle, surrounded them like a smothering blanket.
Jaci inhaled slowly, deeply. A fine thread of tension began to tighten through her body, race through her veins. Turning, she stared through the windshield once again, her hands clutching the purse in her lap tightly.