Hot Commodity (Banks / Kincaid Family #1)(31)

Cameron slid two fingers inside her and she moaned loudly, pulling taut and rolling her forehead against the door as if thrashing it back and forth.

"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.