Hot Commodity (Banks / Kincaid Family #1)(42)

"Livy," he panted. "Olivia. I want to touch you. Oh, God. I want...I want…"

"My hips," she said and quickly changed her mind. "No. My butt,

Cameron. Grab my ass like you do."

He did. With pleasure. He clutched her backside, ground her down on him, and groaned, straining. She watched the pleasure on his face and was awed. His eyes slit open, and he met her gaze.

"I can’t...I can’t hold back much longer," he confessed in a hoarse voice.

She nodded, leaned over to kiss him, and came a second time as he clutched her hard and drove up into her.

When he cried out the name Livy, she didn’t even mind. In fact, she decided she rather liked his pet name for her after all.





Eleven



Cameron felt as if a train wreck had just passed through him. Exhausted and sated, yet feeling totally scattered, he ran his hand down his wife’s naked back. His thumb memorized every groove and bump in her spine as he grinned at the ceiling over her shoulder.

He could get used to this, waking up with a wife next to him, a wife he could actually tease and coax into doing it, a wife that didn’t cry and withdraw into herself whenever he managed to make her come. Cameron knew he shouldn’t compare. Olivia was only a temporary spouse. As soon as the annulment papers were final, she’d be gone and he’d never see her again.

But his mind measured her against Sienna anyway. And the most alarming conclusion was that his first wife came up lacking. All the way around. Olivia smiled and laughed, and Cameron could actually make her laugh and smile—when he wasn’t pissing her off. But even getting her riled showed him how lively she was.

As much as he’d tried, he’d never been able to bring Sienna to the height of any emotion. He’d only made her miserable and more resentful because he could be so cheerful when she just wanted to die.

Cameron’s arms tightened around Olivia, but he stopped as soon as he realized what he was doing. He’d tried tightening his grip on Sienna too. Yet the harder he tried to hold onto her, the further she had slipped away.

Forcing himself to ease back, Cameron let go of the woman in his arms so she could roll off him. When she didn’t move, he smoothed a hand over her hair.

"Okay," he said. "I have to get ready for work now, Livy."

Nothing.

"Olivia?"

He craned his neck to see her face and was surprised to find her dead asleep. Tenderness tugged at him, but he swallowed it down. The poor girl. He’d exhausted her. He should’ve just let her sleep in. But she’d purred and arched when he’d touched her hip. Then she murmured his name in her sleep, and he was a goner.

What else was a guy to do but pounce?

Then again, he hadn’t counted on feeling this tug of emotion when he spanked her awake. He didn’t want to feel anything toward her. He didn’t want to fall. Sienna had taught him not to ever make that mistake again.

But as he gazed at the relaxed and innocent features of Olivia’s face, a chunk of the ice wall around his heart thawed. Since she was out cold, he stole a few minutes to cuddle. He stroked her hair with his cheek, inhaled the heavy scent of woman, and ran his hands over her warm, nude figure.

In her sleep, his wife sighed, content.

*

Boston Kincaid glanced down at his Rolex and clenched his teeth. What do you know, Cameron was running late again. How typical. The lazy bum was probably still in bed.

"Goes away to Chicago for three days, and the slug thinks he can sleep in this morning."

Muttering under his breath, Boston turned on his radio and listened to the alternative music for a second, enjoying it while he could, because he was well aware Cam would change it to one of those loud, thumping hip-hop stations as soon as he slid into the car.

The two of them were polar opposites, even though their mothers were sisters.

When Boston’s parents had gone on business trips, he’d usually found himself staying with Aunt Allison and Uncle Chuck, playing side by side with his cousin Cam. And though the two of them had grown up together, he couldn’t say he’d cared much for the smart-mouthed Cameron in his youth. But these days, they were closer than most brothers. In fact, Boston was more connected to Cameron Banks than he was to his own kid brother, Monty.

He’d gone to work for Cameron the day he’d graduated from law school and passed his final bar exam. And Boston hadn’t regretted the move once. His cousin might’ve made some risky ventures in the past, but they’d all ended in a nice, tidy profit. Boston had sweated sleeplessly through many a night, but he’d stuck by Cam’s side. He’d follow his friend to the grave if that’s what he had to do.

It still irritated him, however, that the man could never be on time. That was one of the reasons Boston had grown into the habit of driving Cameron to work. It was his way of keeping the mastermind behind their operation punctual. So Boston began coming over to drag him out of bed, push him into a shower, shove a cup of coffee into his hand, and lug him to work.

Boston trusted his cousin’s instincts over his own in the decision-making end of their business. Bos was just the legal back-up. If he’d had to make the choices, they’d have gone belly up years ago. He was too safe and straight-laced to make any kind of radical judgment call. Cameron, on the other hand, was almost dangerous when he threw out his opinion.