He wanted to watch her eyes, but he didn’t dare. Not like this, not alone. He could not stare into her soul without the buffer of a third person to ground him, to distance himself from giving her his own soul.
No matter how much he needed to. There were too many secrets. Too much darkness inside him.
“Let go, Jaci,” he crooned, leaning down to caress the blushing flesh with his lips, to lick over it with the warmth of his tongue. “Relax for me.”
“Relax?” She was panting, pushing against his hand, her juices saturating the thong crotch. “You’re killing me, and you want me to relax?”
“But it feels good.” He grinned, knowing she was loving it. Jaci was adventurous. She was greedy for the wicked loving, no matter how much she might deny it.
“It doesn’t feel good,” she said, moaning.
“Are you sure?” He lifted his head and let his hand lower again. “Are you sure you don’t like it, baby?”
“Didn’t say I didn’t like it,” she said between panting breaths. “Oh God, Cam. It’s killing me.”
He caressed her again. The heavy caresses burning through his soul as they burned through her flesh. Because she was giving to him. No questions asked. No demands. Surrendering herself, when he wanted nothing more than to do the same and give everything he was to her.
His head jerked up as the lock on the door activated, and he felt like thanking God as Chase stepped into the room. His expression was heavy, somber, but his eyes were bright with lust as his gaze took in the scene in the middle of the office.
Jaci’s head raised then and he felt her grow still. Her breathing got heavier, and he swore her pu**y grew wetter against her thong as Chase began to work loose the buttons of his shirt.
“Hell of a time for you to kick in with that twin bond thing,” his brother growled, surprising him. “We’re going to have to discuss this, Cam.”
Discuss what? There was no twin bond. He had destroyed it too long ago to even consider it now.
“Cam,” Jaci’s voice was thready, uneven.
“Do you remember how sweet and hot it was the other night?” He pushed the thong aside and pressed two fingers inside her, working inside the clenching heat, refusing to give her a chance to deny what he knew they both wanted. What he needed.
He caressed the delicate tissue as he eased her over onto her back, lifting her legs and arranging them, allowing himself to stare into her eyes. Finally, to let himself sink inside her.
Turning his hand, he then speared his fingers into her pu**y, cupping her as he worked inside her, caressing her, rubbing at the little pleasure spots until she was twisting beneath the caresses, eager for whatever he would give her.
Chase moved to the couch, na**d now, and began undressing her. The blouse was removed quickly, the skirt undone, but Cam couldn’t bring himself to move his fingers from the clenching depths of her pu**y.
He watched, though. Watched her face as Chase’s head lowered, held her eyes as his brother’s lips covered the engorged peak of her breast.
Her eyes glazed over. Dazed as she was, her eyes remained locked on his. She was shuddering beneath him, so close. He could feel how close she was.
Pulling back, he quickly pulled the skirt and panties from her, and then almost tore his own clothing in his haste to have her.
He watched Chase lick at Jaci’s perfect red ni**les before moving down her body, sipping at her flesh, causing her to jerk, to tremble with pleasure.
Yet her eyes stayed on Cam. What did she see, he wondered, when she stared at him like that? And did he want to know?
She had to watch his eyes. They were wild and fierce, and only when he touched her and only when his passion raged out of control did she see what she needed to see.
That Cam belonged to her. In his eyes, she saw it. When he watched her and touched her, she felt it. She could feel Cam. She always had. She could stare into his eyes and see the bleak pain, the regret, the hunger and a man fighting to hold onto whatever secrets he hid. And it all touched her. She saw the shadows in his eyes brewing, saw the need growing.
He hid from her, until these times. Until she let herself fly beneath his touch and the pleasure he wanted to give her, needed to give her, for whatever reason.
She watched as she arched her h*ps to Chase’s mouth, feeling his lips, his tongue, bury between her thighs, and responded with a growl of lust.
Cam’s eyes flared as his gaze flickered to the sight, his fingers stroking his bare cock.
Kneeling beside her, he touched her face, her lips, his fingertips a gentle, tender caress.
“Feel good?”