Killer Secrets (58 page)

and look where it got us. You never did know how to handle
her, and don't pretend you did. She walks

all over you."

It was true. Chase had never been able to tell her no. Cam,
on the other hand, could and would, if it

meant protecting her.

"Yeah, but it feels damned good when Jaci walks on
you, man." He grinned, amusement transforming his

expression and filling his eyes with a joy that often made
Cam look like more of an outsider than ever.

His brother had kept that sense of fun and prankish
delights, while they had been carved out of Cam,

stripped from him like flesh from the bone.

Cam ignored the protest and the laughter, turned back to
the door, and rapped his knuckles against it

imperiously.

Staying away from her at the party had been an act of
superhuman effort. He still couldn't believe he'd

managed it. That witch's black dress, slit to the thigh,
the banked fire in her auburn hair, the searching

expression on her elfin features as she stared around the
room, as though looking for someone. He

wanted to think she was looking for him, because he'd be
damned if he had eyes for anyone but her.

A second later the door opened. His eyes met hers, and he
knew in that moment that the past had

dissolved between them—seven years never existed, and it
was the night he had brought her home from

that party. Her eyes stared at him in those final moments
of knowledge, confusion, passion, and

lust—and a young woman's fear.

There was no fear in her eyes now. There was excitement. He
could see it in her. In the way she leaned

against the door, stared at the two of them, and shook her
head as though uncertain—now that the

moment was here—what she was supposed to do.

Cam crossed his arms over his chest, aware of Chase rocking
back on his heels beside him, a grin of

deviltry on his face when Jaci glanced over at him.

"And to what do I owe the honor of this little
visit?" Husky and sweet, her voice promised delights that

tortured his most vivid fantasies, awake and sleeping.

She was dressed in nothing but a long, silky robe. He had
to curl his fingers into fists to keep from

stripping it from her body and baring her to his gaze,
right there in the open doorway.

"Do you really want to talk about it in the
hallway?" he asked.

She looked from him to Chase again. Whatever Chase did, the
damned maniac, had her lips twitching

with amusement.

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 assholes. 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 now.

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 asshole," 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 in 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 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?" he
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."

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