He turned in time to catch his brother ducking his head and rubbing his hand around the back of his neck. Chase didn’t need to make her fucking laugh. All he had to do was his part. Be here, help Cam maintain his emotional distance while they drove her crazy with pleasure.

“Fine.” She breathed out slowly before moving back and opening the door fully. “Come on in. I was just having a glass of wine and thinking about jerks. You’ll fit right in, Cam.”

Damn, she hadn’t changed as much as he had feared she had.

They stepped into the roomy sitting room, as she strolled—glided—all those graceful moves women made when they walked across the floor. But she did it better than any other woman he had ever known.

“The suite’s nice,” Chase commented, clearing his throat as he glanced between Cam and Jaci. “You should know I picked it out.”

She lifted her brows in mock surprise. “You have very good taste, Chase. I’ve always said that about you.”

“Most women do.” His cockiness was going to get on Cam’s nerves any minute.

Cam threw his brother a hard, warning glare and only received a chuckle in return.

Jaci picked up her wine as she curled herself into the corner of the couch and stared back at them. She knew. He stared into her eyes, watched her gaze flicker, and he knew that she knew exactly why he was there.

It was eating him alive. For years, the memory of that one night had been like a slow, eating cancer, destroying his mind. He had fucked other women. He had taken them, he had danced with them, he had made small talk with them. But Jaci had always been there. Her laughter, her smile, the heat of her kiss, the shock in her eyes when she realized Chase was the man between her thighs, licking with greedy abandon as Cam filled her mouth with his cock.

That memory had the power to destroy his self-control at any given time.

“And what do you say about me?” Cam couldn’t hold the question back. For a moment, just a moment, jealousy ate into him. He didn’t need Chase flirting with her, showing her everything Cam wasn’t.

She turned to him, and what flashed in her eyes stilled the jealousy, the brewing anger.

“That you’re the jerk,” she stated with mocking conviction.

And for the first time, Cam almost smiled. Because she didn’t mean it. He could see the fine tremor in her hands as she brought the wineglass to her lips. The throb of her pulse beating out of control against her neck. And that flush. The light stroke of color on her face that indicated arousal, anticipation, curiosity.

“I’ve always said that about him, too,” Chase assured her as he moved across the room to the bar and poured himself a whisky. “I knew you were a smart girl, Jaci.”

Cam shrugged his jacket from his shoulders and tore at the tie around his throat. And her eyes never left him. Her fingers tightened around the wineglass and her tongue stroked over her lips nervously.

“What happened to seduction?” she finally asked, as she heard Chase’s muttered curse from across the room.

“Did you know we were here in Alexandria?” Cam asked her then.

“I knew.”

“Did you know we worked for Ian?”

She inhaled roughly. “Not until tonight.”

“Do you have any idea how much I want you, Jaci?”

He was burning alive for her. His cock was so hard, he wondered if he would survive without fucking her this time—or if he could live through another night of jacking off and needing the touch of her body so much that the need was nearly violent.

“Like I said, what happened to seduction?”

“Was it something he was ever good at?” Chase asked her then. “If I remember correctly, I’m the nice guy, he’s the sidekick.”

She glanced at Chase before bringing her gaze back to Cam slowly. “He was never the sidekick.”

Satisfaction surged inside him. Everyone knew Chase was the one with the smooth lines and the charm. He convinced the women they needed both brothers at once, while Cam watched, waited, and added to their pleasure—then left them to Chase’s smooth maneuvers, once the bed play was finished.

“So, you just show up at my hotel room and expect me to spread myself open to your combined lusts?” She arched her brow mockingly, but her eyes, green and brown with hints of blue, darkened at the thought.

“Chase seduces, if that’s what you need first.” He had to clench his teeth at the thought of waiting. He needed to be inside her. Now. Fuck charm and seduction.

“And what will you do while he seduces me?”

Her nipples were hard. They pressed against the silken material of the robe, tight and budded with arousal.

“I’ll watch.” His voice sounded harder, more guttural then he had ever heard it himself. “And go crazy for you. I’ll remember the sight of the head of my cock buried between your sweet lips, and the pleasure on your face as my brother licked at the sweetest cream in the world. And go crazy, because right now, nothing in the world is as important as burying myself inside you.”

Her face flushed brighter as he talked. The pulse at the side of her throat picked up its pace and her eyes grew wide, almost dazed, almost seduced.

“But it has to be both of you?”

It had to be. He couldn’t accept it any other way. Any other woman, he’d be damned if it mattered; however he fucked her was fine. But with this woman? This woman had the power to destroy him, and he knew it. It had to be both of them, because it was the only way to claim her and still retain a hold on himself.

“Jaci.” There was no way to explain, but so many ways he wished he could. “It will give you more pleasure than you can imagine. I swear that to you.”

It wasn’t enough. It wasn’t enough for any woman, and he knew it. Chase had warned him for months that it wouldn’t be enough for her now, any more than it would have been before.

“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 fucking 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 cock throbbing in agony as the silk of the robe parted, revealing perfect breasts, sweet dark nipples, 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 breasts 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 pussy, 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.