He had the urge to bend down and press his lips to hers. Just because. But he held off. If they weren’t in the middle of a D/s scene, he needed to keep his distance. That kind of casual intimacy was not what either of them had signed up for. “Let me grab you a towel and get you out of here.”
The minute he turned his back, her soft voice halted him. “I . . . I have a capture fantasy.”
The words shot straight to his groin and snapped him right back to what he was supposed to be focused on with Evan—sex. But he didn’t move, knowing that if he faced her she may lose her nerve to continue. “Okay.”
“Two rogue cops. Arresting me. Being rough. Taking what they want from me however they want it. Forcing me to get them off.”
Holy hell. Jace closed his eyes and took a long breath, his body thrumming from the erotic images assaulting his brain. His cock hardened to the point of agony. She wanted to be manhandled and fucked by two men? The idea set fire to the darkest parts of him—appealed to the primitive core of his dominant streak.
Part of him wanted to whirl around, grab her, and make that fantasy come true for her. Right. This. Minute. But she wasn’t ready for that kind of thing yet. He’d never done a capture scene, but he knew they were seriously intense. The pretense of no consent—even with a safe word—was a powerful thing for the psyche to process. For someone so new to D/s, she could get too freaked out to enjoy it. Plus, he had no idea if she was emotionally strong enough to handle that kind of mind fuck. He hadn’t forgotten those cuts he’d found on her the night they’d slept together.
A frown touched his lips. There was no way he could take that risk with her. That was the kind of thing you did with a long-term partner, one you’d built total trust with. The type of relationship he’d never have with her, or anyone else for that matter. He wasn’t built for trust anymore.
But it didn’t mean they still couldn’t have a great time tonight doing a whole list of other things. His frown lifted, his darkening mood rallying at the thought.
He grabbed a thick towel from one of the benches and went back to the hot tub. “Thank you for trusting us with that. I know that wasn’t easy for you.”
She nodded and stared down at the water. Jace ventured a glance at Andre and almost burst out laughing. The guy looked like he was in pain. Probably from the raging hard-on he suspected Andre was hiding beneath the water.
Andre checked that Evan wasn’t looking in his direction and mouthed, “Lucky bastard.”
Jace grinned, although he did feel a little sorry for the guy. Andre had watched Evan get off, sat with her while she was naked, and had heard about a fantasy that he could definitely help fulfill. All without being invited into their bed for the night.
“Let’s get you out of here, babe,” Jace said, offering a hand to Evan.
She peeked up at him from under her lashes, but before she took his hand, she slid along the bench of the hot tub toward Andre. Andre froze as she neared him, as if he were afraid if he moved anything, he’d maul her. Lifting out of the water, high enough to give both men a view of the top curve of her luscious breasts, she leaned over and laid a lingering kiss on his cheek. Andre closed his eyes, and Jace could almost see him quivering with restraint.
“Thanks for the chat, Andre. And for being such a gentleman,” she said, a shy note to her voice.
Andre cleared his throat. “Anytime, bella. Any. Time.”
Jace heard Andre’s unspoken offer. I want you. Just ask. He doubted Evan had missed the intent behind the words.
Something tightened low in Jace’s gut, the conflicting feelings boiling over. Seeing the little spark between her and Andre had him hot all over, but also ridiculously jealous. Her cop fantasy proved she at least was a little open to ménage, so he could probably guide her down that path. And Lord, she’d be gorgeous bound and spread for the two of them. But goddamn it, he didn’t know if he could share her.
And sharing was what he did. Who he was.
Maybe he just needed to get this first time out of his system with her. Satisfy whatever primal part of him wanted to stake his claim on her before Andre touched her.
Yeah, that had to be it.
Evan glided back to the spot in front of him and took his hand, her eyes like blue fire. “I’m all yours, sir.”
The intent in her words and resolute expression made every cell in his body vibrate with anticipation. His concerns melted away under her hungry gaze.
To hell with the psychoanalysis. All he needed right now was Evan.
Alone.
He’d figure out the rest later.
TWELVE
Evan followed Jace into the house, her legs like Jell-O beneath her after the long soak in the hot tub and the erotic overload of sharing her fantasies with the two men. But the wobbly muscles didn’t prevent tension from reclaiming her as she mulled over her talk with Andre.
She pulled the towel more snugly around her and took a deep breath. “Jace?”
He stopped in the doorway to the bedroom and turned around to look at her, frowning when he saw her expression. “You all right?”