Hot Commodity (Banks / Kincaid Family #1)(40)

Deciding to take his advice, Olivia closed her eyes and let her body go lax against his. He was right. There was nothing saying a couple on the verge of annulment had to keep their hands off each other. And he really was talented in the sack. He made her forget reality for a while.

She fell asleep thinking she would just become Scarlett O’Hara and worry about it tomorrow.

*

Olivia was dead to the world when the loud smack and sharp sting of a hand slapping her butt rudely jerked her awake from the delicious dream she was having.

"Damn it, woman. Wake up," Cameron growled with a sexy rasp in her ear. "I want some sweet loving before I have to go to work."

Irritated he’d yanked her from her sound sleep, she curled into a tight ball. "No," she moaned and shook her head when his fingers slipped up to her bent knee and back down along the inside of her thigh toward her undies.

She clamped her legs together, trapping his hand about six inches from its destination.

"Come on, Livy," he coaxed. "You know you want to." His fingers wiggled a little, making her squirm from the tickling sensation. But she managed to keep her knees together.

Cameron tugged his hand free and started up her stomach toward her breasts.

"No," she said again and rolled onto her side away from him. "I’m tired," she groused. "And sore. You wore me out last night. I can’t take anymore."

Her husband seemed unconcerned by her rejection. He merely slid up behind her and pressed his warm chest again her naked back.

"So, why’d you moan when I touched you a few seconds ago?" he asked as his seeking hand snuck around her hip and slithered across her abdomen.

Olivia caught his wrist. "I was dreaming," she complained and then growled when he continued to move his hand to the warmth between her legs in spite of the restraining grip she had on him.

"Yeah, you were dreaming," he countered on a husky, morning laugh. "About me. So, here I am, baby."

God, he was such a self-inflated chauvinist. But damn it, yes, she’d been dreaming about him. She hadn’t been tired and sore in her dream either.

Clearly oblivious to her refusal and hoping to catch a little morning nookie, Cameron slid the pads of his fingers across her moist center. Olivia sucked in a loud breath. Tightening her fingers around his wrist, she tried to resist him, but her legs parted of their own accord.

"I’m serious, Cameron," she said, closing her eyes as if that could block out the heat from his touch. "No more. I hurt." And that was true. She wasn’t used to so much sex. He’d awakened her three times last night, and now every muscle in her body ached.

Yes, dear Lord, her body ached, and it throbbed.

"You poor thing," he said sympathetically and kissed the back of her shoulder as his fingers eased their pressure between her legs. "I’ll be gentle. I swear."

To prove his point, he slipped one finger inside her so slowly and delicately that it teased her into wanting more, wanting faster and rougher.

She sighed and sank back against him. Her butt nestled snugly against his pulsing erection, and she realized he’d already slipped on a condom.

He groaned. "Oh, yeah," he said, lifting her thigh and pushing the crotch of her panties out of his way to enter her from behind.

"I thought I told you to stop," Olivia complained, all the while curling her toes and arching her back, eager for his next thrust. She grabbed a fistful of the sheets in front of her, preparing for the jolt of his loving administration.

"Stop, you say?" Instead of moving further inside, he pulled completely out and rolled away.

"Cameron!" she cried shrilly, her body demanding more. She rolled toward him, reaching for that warm fuzzy chest she already missed. "What’re you doing?"

He glanced over his shoulder and met her gaze. Though the rest of his face remained perfectly serious, his green eyes were lit in amusement. "You told me to stop."

Oh, the filthy cretin. He was actually enjoying this.

Olivia frowned. "Get back here now," she commanded, too tired to try the honey approach and heading straight toward vinegar.

A smile tipped his mouth. White teeth flashed as he rolled back and scooted an inch closer. "Yes, ma’am," he crooned cockily. "Just tell me what you want me to do to best please you. I’m here to serve."

"You know what I want." Olivia ungratefully flopped onto her back and closed her eyes, waiting for him to cover her, for his hands to touch her and his mouth to kiss her everywhere. Yeah, he always knew what she wanted. It was embarrassing to realize she was in no way immune to his touch.

But when he didn’t move toward her, her eyes sprang open.

"Cameron," she said irritably because her body was pulsating.

He just smiled and shook his head. Sitting up so he could gaze down on her, he said, "No. You have to tell me. You already chewed my ass for guessing. Now you need to be specific."

She narrowed her eyes. His grin grew.

"Just tell me, Livy," he coaxed as he reached out to flick her nipple with one finger. "I’ll do anything you want. Your wish is my command."

She blinked. Anything she wanted. The possibility made her body tighten with need.

"Touch me," she said on a whisper.

His eyelids went heavy. "Where?"