Hot Commodity (Banks / Kincaid Family #1)(33)

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.