“What was that?” Vivian asked.
Olivia tried to freeze at her mother’s questions, but Cameron slid all the way out, only to push back in again, making her spasm and slap her hand over her mouth.
“Tell her you yawned,” he suggested, loving this more than he could ever imagine. The only thing to make the moment better would be if he had his dick inside her, taking over for his fingers.
She looked so damn good, spread and moaning for him, he had to look away to keep from coming in his shorts. But when he glanced to the left, he caught sight of the necklace she’d been wearing earlier as it lay negligently tossed onto a nearby dresser. He reached for it with his free hand.
“Sorry, Mother. I just yawned. I…I’m so…” she gasped and tried to sink her fingers into the surface of the door to grab hold of something, but only clawed the surface with her nails. Cameron wondered what Roark had to think of that sound as he nudged a few more pearls between the lips of Olivia’s sex.
She bucked back against him. “Tired, tired. Oh, I’m so tired, Mother. I just…Oh, my God,” she whispered. “Stop, Cameron. You have to stop.”
But even as she gasped the plea, her body arched and gyrated against him, demanding more. He listened to her physical order instead and filled her
completely with the rest of the necklace.
“I just need some rest,” she called in a very high voice.
“Well, don’t keep your lazy ass in bed all morning,” Vivian said. “We’re leaving at nine.”
And with that, the bitch was gone. Cameron barely heard the tread of her shoes moving down the hall. Hell, he barely heard Olivia’s sobbing breaths as she begged, “Please, oh, Cameron. Please.”
His heartbeat thundered like a roar through his ears and he strained against his zipper. He could only concentrate on removing those damn pearls so he could get inside her himself. He reached into her gently and hooked the strand with his finger. She bucked and cried out. Easily, he removed the first bead, the second and third following, bumping and sliding against every nerve ending inside her.
“Oh, oh, ohhhhh!” She moaned and thrashed.
He kept tugging, wrapping his hand around her waist to hold her steady as she came apart in his arms, screaming her release and spasming against him.
A good thirty seconds after he freed the last pearl, her body finally went limp and pliable. She slumped back against him, her head falling dead weight onto his shoulder. He could see the side of her face as she panted. Her hair had matted itself to her damp, sweating cheeks.
“Your mommy’s gone,” he murmured, smoothing her nightgown back down to cover her as if he’d never touched her and then reaching around to wipe the hair out of her eyes.
She blew out an exhausted breath, shuddered one more time, and slowly turned to look up at him through dazed, glossy blue eyes.
Cameron’s heart pounded against his ribs. All her luscious curves screamed sinful, hot sex but the wide-eyed innocence in her gaze made his chest ache. There was a purity inside her he suddenly wanted to possess. It was something vivid and alive. Almost edible, like he could gobble her whole to consume it.
He’d break her and destroy her wholesomeness if he took it, but the hell of it was, at the moment, he didn’t care. Why should he be the only ruined soul in this room?
And besides, the second her eyes collided with his, he knew she’d let him do anything he so desired to her, any way, anyhow, and for as long as he wanted. For a brief moment, his heart stopped beating and every molecule in his body aligned perfectly with hers. He could smell her release, her light perfume, the soap she’d used to wipe the make-up off her face a few minutes earlier, and the arousal she had for him. Still.
God, she wanted more. She wanted him inside her. It was so obvious he could read every thought in her head, spelled out in those huge, expressive blue eyes.
Swallowing loudly, she slowly asked, “What…what was that?”
He gave a lazy, yet self-satisfied shrug. “Just a little fun with jewelry.” After a wink, he added, “You should see what I can do with cherries and chocolate syrup.”
Her breath rippled out an unsteady breath and her eyebrows lifted. But before she said anything, she pressed her lips together and swallowed. It was amazing to watch her try to pull her wits together, to regain her control, and fail. He idly rested his shoulder against the wall as he watched, ready to take his time and savor her with a slow seduction.
“You’re certainly a fickle man, aren’t you?” she murmured, not looking at him but down at her hands where she’d stamped little half moon shapes into her palms from her fingernails.
Arching his brows, he caught a lock of her hair and wound it around his finger. “How so?” he couldn’t help but ask, curious where she was going with this.
Her eyes lifted a moment only to skitter away again. “In Vegas you couldn’t wait to be rid of me. Not that I blame you. I wasn’t exactly very nice to you, but you were pretty mad at me.”
Cameron shifted, hoping she didn’t catch the restless move. “I don’t want to talk about that particular discussion in Vegas.”
Olivia looked up and watched him study the way her hair tangled though his fingers. For once, he had no idea what she was thinking, and it frustrated him.
“So, why don’t you hate me anymore?”
He shrugged, and now it was his turn to avoid eye contact. “I’ve had time to cool down. Besides, what you said…” He finally met her gaze. “I deserved to be put in my place. I was acting nasty and rude. And I wasn’t mad at you really. I was more upset with myself. I just took it out on you.”
She didn’t respond as she studied him with blue eyes that melted something hard and cold that had lived in him for years. Ten years to be exact.
Cameron usually didn’t like to talk about his feelings. He hated opening up to people. But then, usually, the only people who cared enough to want him to open up were his family, and he didn’t want to hurt them by revealing how messed up he’d become.
The woman in front of him wasn’t family, though, and for some reason, he suddenly wanted to ease some of this constant pressure off his chest. So, he glanced away and confessed, “You didn’t say anything I hadn’t already thought. Why did she kill herself? What did I do wrong? What should I have done that I didn’t?” He shook his head, letting the agony of those thoughts press against his throat, constricting his airway. “Toward the end, I got so tired of it all. I was sick of trying to make her happy, worn-out from watching every little thing I did and said. I just wanted a break. I wanted…” He shook his head, and his eyes slid to Olivia. “I don’t know. I just keep wondering what would’ve happened if I hadn’t slacked off, if I’d
just kept at it, kept working to make her smile.”
When Olivia’s eyes filled with pity, he wished he’d kept his damn mouth shut. She started forward. He shook his head to stop her, lifting his hand to ward her off. When she kept coming, he took a step in reverse. “I wasn’t mad at you in Vegas,” he repeated.
“I was still wrong,” she countered. “I shouldn’t have spoken ill of your wife. I’m just used to…”
His eyes narrowed. “Used to what?”
She shook her head and lifted her fingers toward his face.
He caught her wrist and eyed her uncertainly. “What’re you doing?”
Her grin hinting at amusement, she said, “I thought you came here looking to get lucky.”
“But I don’t want sympathy sex,” he growled, dodging her hand as she reached for his hair once again.
“You want sex though,” she countered flirtatiously, her grin doing crazy things to his already stiff member. “How about I throw in the sympathy for free?”
“Damn it,” he hissed, grabbing her other hand when she refused to back off. “I don’t do pity. This is just about physical relief and a couple of mind-blowing orgasms.”
She let out a husky laugh that went straight to his loins, damaging them even more. His balls tight
ened almost painfully and the zap of awareness that shot through his dick had him turning titanium hard. He wanted to strip her and lay her on the bed more than anything. She was wet and open down there, warm and ready for him. He didn’t want to talk anymore. It was time to get busy.
“Then you shouldn’t have fed me such a sob story,” she said. “Because now I just want to touch you and make you feel all better again.”
At the promise of some blessed relief, his body stilled. But so did his soul. What would it be like to let her soothe him emotionally, to let her take away all the guilt and pain? Maybe she could ease him.
Ha! As if that were even possible.
“No,” Cameron said firmly and stepped away. “Look, I’m a lost cause in that department, Livy.” When she frowned as if she didn’t believe him, he lifted his hand and added, “I just want straight sex or none at all. I don’t want to complicate this annulment by adding strings and feelings and crap like that.”
Olivia watched him thoughtfully for a minute. Then she nodded. “Okay. No sex then. No feelings. I’ll just give you a few words of encouragement.”
Cameron winced. “Make that no feelings, no sappy lecture, but some sex, and I’m in.”
Olivia rolled her eyes and grinned. But when she caught his eye, the laughter in her face mellowed. He knew the constructive criticism was coming a split second before she said, “You’re not nearly the monster you think you are.”
He nodded. “Good words of encouragement. Thanks. Now can we have sex?”
She threw back her head and laughed. Cameron moved closer and hovered. His eyelids lowered to half mast as his gaze slid down her nightgown.
“Sorry,” she murmured softly as she lifted her face and pursed her lips so he could kiss her if he wanted to. “But I still feel all soft and cuddly toward you.”
“Give me ten seconds and I’ll change those mushy feelings to hot and wanton.” He finally kissed her. Bypassing her mouth, he pressed his lips to her throat, licking his tongue over her pulse and making her body shiver.
*
Still tingling from the orgasm her own pearl necklace had given her, Olivia wanted to experience another explosion of raw hunger. She wanted to feel Cameron move inside her. She wanted to clutch him with her inner muscles and milk him to his own release.
“You weren’t this gorgeous in my memory,” he murmured, touching her shoulder lightly and with such delicate care she couldn’t help but feel cherished. He did exactly what he’d done their first night together. He cupped her face as if she was precious to him, and he swooped in low, taking her lips into his and cradling her against him like he wanted to protect her from harm.
It was his body language that said all this, this incredibly sweet and endearing thing that Olivia couldn’t resist. A gentle touch on the cheek, the way his soft mouth pressed so tenderly against hers, the way he closed his eyes and breathed in her smell as if there was only her for him. Yes, all he had to do was kiss her and she was a goner.
“Cameron,” she murmured as she closed her eyes and threaded her fingers through his hair. “Did you tell her to pull the trigger when she stuck the gun in her mouth?”
He jerked at her words. She immediately missed the contact as he ripped his mouth away and pulled back. The surprise she saw in his green eyes clearly overrode any anger or pain he might’ve felt at her question.
Then he shook his head. “What? She didn’t shoot herself.”
“Whatever,” Olivia pressed. “Did you tell her to do it? Did you ever come right out and say you didn’t care what she did, that you’d be happier without her?”
Looking repulsed, Cameron adamantly shook his head. “What? God, no. I would never have said that to anyone, much less my wife.”
The relief at his shocked, negative answer had Olivia falling for Cameron Orville Banks right then and there. “Then you’re not even a tenth as culpable for her death as you think you are.” She stepped up on his toes to
press her mouth to his.
She could feel him resist her for a good second. Then he melted and his body sank closer. As her lips remained fastened to his, he rid her of her nightgown, shredding the silk to get to her. The groan she heard when he found her naked underneath made her smile. She reached for his tuxedo jacket. He hurried to help and, in doing so, his mouth momentarily lost contact with hers.
Letting out a feral growl, he hastened to unsnap his cuff links. “Okay,” he muttered, jerking the cuffs open as she unbuttoned his shirt. “We can have sympathy sex. But just this once. I don’t want you feeling bad for—Oh God.”
He threw back his head and groaned when Olivia pressed her open mouth against the rapidly exposed chest she was revealing and bit one of his flat nipples. Before she could loosen the last button, he jerked the shirt off, snapping the thread that had been holding it together. The single button flew unnoticed across the room. Cameron shed his pants in three quick moves. They tumbled down around his ankles even as he grabbed Olivia by the hips and lifted her.
“Bed,” he rasped.
She wrapped her arms and legs around him while he stepped out of his fallen trousers. He kicked off his shoes in the next two steps and draped her over the cotton sheets after the third. Instead of lowering himself on top of her, he stayed upright, looking down at her full breasts before he reached out to cup them. When he filled his hands, she arched. Talented fingers stirred her body and she moaned, grabbing for his shoulder, wanting him to cover her and rub the light hair of his chest over her throbbing nipples.
But he shook his head and resisted. “Condom first. Then I want to watch us come together.”
After suiting up, Cameron returned to her. Keeping their bodies perpendicular to each other, he grasped her hips and pulled them up at an angle before slowly sliding into her, all the while watching the process avidly. Olivia found herself studying his face. He looked so enthralled with seeing the length of his penis disappear between her swollen lips, affection rose in her chest. Then she gasped and closed her eyes because the sensation of Cameron Banks filling her was so encompassing.
“God, we look good together,” he groaned. “I could watch this all night.”
His words aroused her as much as his body did. When he reached forward and started to knead her breast with one hand, she jerked, not prepared for the sudden leap of sensation.
“Easy,” he murmured and removed his fingers from her nipple.
She whimpered, wanting him to return.
“Open your eyes, Livy.”
As if drugged to obey his every command, she did so. There was a
slight flush to his cheeks and a sheen of sweat on his brow. He pulled his jaw tight as if he was trying hard to hold himself back. The thought that she could so quickly bring him to the edge caused her to smile and arch up higher to meet his next thrust, hoping to drive him a little more insane.
His green eyes widened and his pupils grew. “Don’t,” he choked out. “I can’t hold, ah hell.”
His eyes went unfocused and his teeth clenched. She watched him fight the orgasm, listened to him pant out how he wanted to wait on her. But Olivia liked watching him lose his center, so she squeezed her thighs around him and held him even more snuggly.
“Liv—” he muttered and reached between their bodies, fumbling for a second before he pressed his thumb hard against her clit.
A jolt of pleasure rocked her, making her cry out. He pulsed as he came, swelling bigger with each spurt of release. Olivia’s own orgasm seemed to throb, milking him.
After a deep groan, he collapsed on top of her and pressed his heavy, sweaty body against hers into the mattress. Olivia had never been so happy to be squashed in her entire life. Though her legs had already wrapped themselves snuggly around him, her arms followed suit. She pressed her cheek against his and closed her eyes, listening to his breathing settle and feeling his heartbeat echo through her breasts.
It took a couple of minutes for him to stir.
“Am I too heavy?”
he mumbled in her hair.
“No,” she answered, patting his shoulder contentedly, not wanting him to move. She liked his weight.
But he shifted anyway. She was pleasantly surprised, however, when he caught her around the waist and rolled until she was on top of him. It felt strange to be nestled against another human this way. But it was so wonderful and warm she decided she’d get used to it.
Not wanting to break the contact, she fell asleep with her head pillowed on Cameron’s shoulder.
Nine
Olivia drifted blissfully through a delicious dream. Tanning on a sunny beach, she could feel the warmth of the sun soaking into her skin. Her body hummed in delight. It was so toasty she wanted to snuggle deeper into her bathing towel that felt as soft as a hairy, male chest.
Smiling, she felt the breeze on her face, like warm breath. Her ears strained to hear the waves and the seagulls. But the only sound that reached her was a thunderous pounding, like a fist on a door.
“Olivia!” Her mother’s voice boomed through her consciousness.
Her eyes flew open; she sprang out of bed, reaching for her nightgown before she was even fully awake. “Oh, my God!” she gulped and glanced back at the bed where Cameron Banks slept on, nude and hogging way more than half the mattress.
“Cameron,” she hissed as she slithered into the nightgown, not even bothering to look for underwear.
Unaffected by the pounding that came at the door again, he only murmured something unintelligible and rolled over in his sleep, putting his back to her.
“Cameron!” She reached over to shake him violently. “Get up!”
His eyes flew open wide. “What? What!” He sprang to a sitting position.
In his haste, he banged his forehead against hers. It knocked her back a step and caused Cameron to fall down against the pillows. They each rubbed their sore spots and straightened.
“Oh, yeah.” His voice gave a gravelly croak as he winced. “That made my hangover feel real good.” He closed eyes after checking his fingers for blood.
“You need to get up,” Olivia said, jumping back into action. She hurried to him and grabbed his arm, physically tugging. “Vivian’s at the door.”
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