Hot Commodity (Banks / Kincaid Family #1)(50)

Olivia loved his teasing, though she loved it when he turned serious too. Okay, so there was nothing Cameron Banks could do wrong in bed.

He leaned down, slid an arm around the back of her knees and lifted her off her feet, igniting a thrill in her stomach.

She sighed, which made him chuckle and kiss her again. He crawled onto the mattress, set her down gently, and started to back her toward the headboard, covering her with his body as he went and gathering sheets to shove them to the floor. When he tried to lay her down fully, she pressed her palms against his chest and shook her head.

He paused. "No?"

"No," she rasped, grasping his shoulders and rolling him onto his back.

He opened his mouth with surprise. But it didn’t take long for him to smile. "Well, okay then." After tucking the condom into her grasp, he clasped his hands behind his head and crossed his feet at the ankles. "Do your worst, Livy Love."

His lazy pose was just fine with her since she wanted to do all the pleasuring. But she only had to push up his shirt, unbutton his fly enough to pull him free, and lean over his dick, spilling her hair across his stomach for him to suck in a breath and sit up, reaching for her.

"Uh, uh, uh," she warned with a shake of her head, squeezing his penis in warning. "Lie back down and be a good boy."

He choked out a sound of denial as she took her time slipping the prophylactic on him. By the time she’d finished, he’d had enough. "Screw that. I’ve never been a good boy in my life."

She opened her mouth to argue, but he buried his hand between her legs and caressed her through her silk gown, finding her warmth instantly, like some kind of heat-seeking missile. She tightened her grip on him, and they both groaned.

He caught her eye. "You’re not wearing any panties again." She gave a slight shake of the head and he clenched his teeth before tugging her thigh over his lap. "God, I can’t believe you’re real. I can’t believe you’re here with—" He cut off with a low grunt as he aligned them and she seated herself fully. "Jes-us."

She lifted and came back over him, squeezing him like a glove, milking him, riding him. His eyes dilated and unfocused but he kept them on her. The contact was cosmic. He wouldn’t look away, and she couldn’t. Their bodies moved together, yet their gazes stayed fused.

The breath shuddered from her, and she knew she was going to explode any minute.

As if sensing her release, he pressed his forehead to hers, squeezed his lashes tight and choked on a single sob as he came. She followed, wrapping her arms around his head and trapping his face in the valley between her breasts. He held her just as fiercely, occasionally jolting as a leftover orgasm caught him unaware.

Feeling more shaken afterward than she had during, Olivia let go of his head to let him breathe, but he continued to hold her close, his face buried in her flesh. With trembling fingers, she brushed the hair off his forehead and glanced at the sheets on the floor to keep from thinking about how connected and close to him she felt. They hadn’t spoken one word throughout, but a full novel of feeling seemed to move between them.

"I guess we didn’t save your maid any work," she said, for lack of anything better to say, because it was either that, or, Oh, my God, I love you. I love you. I love you. I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you.

Cameron lifted his face and blinked, giving her the most bewildered look. For a horrified moment, she wondered if she’d blurted out the 'I love you' bit instead of the stuff about the maid.

"Huh?" he said.

She motioned toward the heap on the floor and reminded him of his earlier comment. "The sheets. You wanted me to sleep with you to save the sheets."

He turned and stared at them a full second before cringing. "Damn, I forgot."

Olivia threw back her head and laughed, looping her arms around his neck and loving him with all she had.





Thirteen



The next day, Olivia filled her morning with shopping. She snagged Cameron’s credit card along with his little red Mazda Miata and headed downtown. It was hard to find a good selection in such an unfamiliar city. Since she had no idea where to go, she pulled into the first mall she came across. Ten outfits and fifteen pairs of shoes later, she decided she’d found enough to tide her over for a month or so. So she started home, only to pass a scrapbook store on the way.

Compelled to pull in, Olivia impulsively did so. She ended up spending more money there than she’d spent on clothes—shoes not included, of course–because she found some really awesome Las Vegas, Elvis, and Weddings stickers on the shelves and couldn’t help herself. Since she’d never scrapbooked before, she had to get a few new albums, plenty of paper, cutting tools, stamps, punches, trimmers, and pens.

When she arrived back at Cameron’s, she was so eager to scrapbook she barely took the time to dump her clothing and shoes on her guest bed before hurrying toward the room where she still had Cameron’s pictures laid out.

She started on their wedding shots first. Since she was in those pictures, she felt safe about cutting and pasting them into her book. Olivia had heard women talk about scrapbooking family pictures, but she’d never felt the need while living with Vivian. Why in the world would she want to preserve that part of her life with visual mementoes? So she’d never had the scrapbook fever before. Today, with Cameron’s pictures, the urge was insatiable.