Falling, Freestyle by Vivian Arend Page A

of fabric on her skin. It was the sexiest thing she owned and she felt more naked in it than if Kane had insisted she come to dinner in the nude.
    She’d packed the scanty lingerie with uncertainty. Heck, she’d bought it during her mad planning session for this getaway, trying to think of what the guys might find attractive. It wasn’t her usual attire—having a string up her butt was not what she’d choose to wear most days. Besides, it was scary how much the shop had charged for mere inches of material.
    It was all worth it when she saw the expression in Jack’s eyes as Kane led her around the corner. His hands skittered over the utensils he was placing on the table.
    “Oh sweet thing. Where have you been all my life?” He gave her one of his exaggerated winks.
    Suddenly she was comfortable again. These were her buds, her “cuddle in the dark because there’s a lightning storm outside the tent” friends.
    Her lovers as of an hour ago.
    There was nothing to fear from them, not even clad in the most come-hither outfit in the world.
    Kane seated her carefully, taking the chair on her right. Jack sat on her left and they all filled their plates with the pasta and aromatic sauce.
    Jack placed a piece of bread on her plate and she wrinkled her nose. “Garlic bread?”
    Kane pointed with his knife. “He made Caesar salad too. We’re all goners, so you’d better eat some in self-defense.”
    “Garlic breath. Ugh. I guess we’re not planning on doing anything else tonight.”
    The expression in Jack’s eyes shot down that idea immediately. Dara took a deep breath and turned her attention to the table. She couldn’t maintain his gaze, not yet. Not when he seemed to look straight through her and see what she really wanted.
    Which wouldn’t be so bad if she knew herself.
    Their lovemaking before supper had made it clear she was physically compatible with both the guys. Now she needed to concentrate on her real agenda. Who did she want the most, not just in the bedroom? Who did she have the best chance at forever with?
    She reached for her fork and stopped in surprise. “Umm, Jack? The food looks great, but you forgot to give me any utensils.”
    “Didn’t forget.”
    Okay, now he was getting annoying. She pointed beside her plate. “Hello, nothing to eat with.”
    His fingers encircled her wrist and tugged her arm toward him. Jack laid a thin black strap over her skin and smoothed the Velcro fasteners together. The band formed a loop around her wrist, like a sports-watch strap. A longer section, with a locking clip, extended five inches toward the floor. She stared at him in confusion, attempting to pull her hand back. He closed his fingers over the strap and trapped her in place.
    Oh my God.
    Kane cursed. “You just happened to have handcuffs in your luggage?”
    Jack shook his head. “Safety harnesses from my skis.”
    Dara’s head spun a little as her heart rate increased in a rush. Pure adrenaline shot into her veins and morphed into desire. The tiny scrap of lace between her legs grew instantly soaked. Jack’s pupils dilated as he steadily returned her gaze. He waited, his hand supporting hers and she knew he’d felt her tremble. She waited, willing the blood pounding through her limbs to slow enough she could stay vertical.
    “Dara?”
    Jack held out his other hand, a second restraint dangling from his fingers. His unspoken question hung in the air. Did she want this?
    Hell, yes.
    Slow, unsteady, she lifted her arm and offered her wrist. Kane swore quietly. Jack pressed a kiss to her palm, his gaze locked on hers. “Good girl.”
    He fastened the second strap, then rose to his feet. She kept her gaze fixed on the table, sensing him walk behind her. Waiting for his touch. A hand landed gently on her shoulder and she shivered. He kissed her nape, brushing back her hair to whisper in her ear.
    “There’s a flush over your whole body right now. Like a glow, lighting your skin. It’s going to make you