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“Dammit, don’t fall,” Chase growled. Somehow his brother had actually managed to get in front of them.
Shit. Control. Where the hell was his control? He was going to spank that pretty ass for being so daring. He was going to teach her to follow his lead. But hell, he’d have to release her lips to do that. He’d have to unwrap those gorgeous legs from around his waist, and he just wasn’t willing to do that.
He could barely stand to pull his lips away long enough to taste her jaw, her neck, as he struggled to get to the bedroom. He was not going to take her on the fucking couch.
Then she moved. Her legs tightened around his waist, shifted, heat raked across his dick, and he found himself flat on his ass on the couch.
Okay, he could do this here.
He gripped her ass, moved her against his cock, and ran his lips over the upper swells of her breasts. She tasted like the finest sugar, sweet and lickable. Fucking addictive.
When she lifted against him, her legs drawing from behind his back to kneel astride him, her sweet nipples were just below his lips.
Berry ripe. They were tight and hard, tempting him to taste, to savor. How the hell was a man supposed to resist that temptation? A temptation he had denied himself for—how long now?
More than seven years. Long before she had turned twent
y-one. He had noticed her when she was a sweet, tender sixteen, and he had known she was going to be his. He hadn’t been more than twenty-one or twenty-two himself. He’d been a man for years by then. A soldier moving into the Special Forces. He’d thought he knew what he wanted, thought he knew what life was.
How damned wrong he had been.
This was what life was all about. This woman in his arms, this fire burning inside him, unlike any fire he had ever known in his life.
“In the bed,” he groaned, though he couldn’t resist those nipples. He licked them, sucked them into his mouth, and made no move to leave the couch.
Behind her, Chase turned her head to the side and lowered his lips to hers as Cam devoured her breasts. They were going to take her. Right here. Right now. They would still that defiant fire raging inside her, then attempt to reason the truth out of her. Maybe.
She was a fire burning through him, and he knew he was lost. This time. This time was going to be hard and fast, he knew it, knew there was no fighting it. He had waited too long this time. This time . . . this time, they’d take her on the damned couch.
He lifted her and bore her back onto the couch as Chase released her, watching as she stretched out beneath Cam, her witchy eyes glittering with passion, with lust, her face flushed with it, her breasts swollen, rising and falling with her quick, hard breaths. Beside the couch, Chase was undressing quickly, his expression a mask of desire and interest, as he watched the battle raging between Cam and Jaci.
Cam tore at his belt, the fastening of his slacks.
He rose long enough, just enough to shed his slacks and underwear and to notice that Chase had done the same, then, kneeling by the couch, he spread Jaci’s legs, spread them wide, and ran his fingers over the damp silk, the wet silk that covered the soft swell of her pussy.
He was going to take her hard and deep. But first he was going to taste her one more time. He was going to grow drunk on the passion that flowed from her, from the sweetness and wild tang of her lust.
Jaci stared down her body, seeing the sheen of perspiration over her breasts, her stomach, on Cam’s forehead as he touched the panel of silk that covered the aching flesh of her sex.
Where had she gotten the sheer bravado that had overtaken her when she entered the hotel room with Cam and Chase, the wild domination and lust clearly apparent in their gazes? It was as though her common sense had decided to go on vacation and leave only her hormones to guard the bastions of self-preservation. And they weren’t the best guards. Hell no, they were jumping up and down, burning inside her veins and begging for more.
“I used to dream of this,” she whispered. That seductive siren’s voice couldn’t be hers. “With nothing but a vibrator or my own fingers for pleasure, I thought of this. ”
Lassitude swept over her, a weakening sexual intensity that melted inside her pussy, prepared her, and left her shaking in need.
Her breath caught as his gaze lifted to hers. Green fire blazed in his eyes, lust and male force, sending a surge of trepidation tripping through her.
“You’re not dreaming now,” he assured her.
His fingers gripped the band of the thong and pulled. Just that easily, the thin silk was torn from her body, to be dropped carelessly to the floor.
Jaci arched involuntarily, a cry leaving her throat as he pressed her legs farther apart and his head lowered to the dark auburn curls below.
“You ripped my panties,” she breathed out roughly.
“You still have the stockings. ” His hands smoothed down the silk encasing her legs, as his breath whispered over her damp curls—just as Chase knelt beside the couch, the touch of his lips against her bare shoulder causing her to gasp in pleasure. The sheer sexiness, the eroticism of the moment, was enough to make any woman breathless.
In a burst of courage, hormones, or sheer insanity, she let the fingers of one hand trail from between her breasts to the top of her mound. And they watched. Cam’s eyes seemed to glow.
