"You are so not funny, do you know that?"
"Oh, come on. Not even a little?"
Olivia jerked away. "I’m not sleeping with you again. We’re getting an annulment."
"But, Livy," he cajoled, reaching out to haul her back into his arms. His nose nuzzled her cheek, and the swell of emotion that followed kept her from resisting him when his fingers found their way under her shirt. "How can you say you don’t want me?" he asked, eliciting a hurt tone in his voice. "To me, being with you is the most amazing experience of—"
"I didn’t say I didn’t want you," she interrupted quickly, before she could hear any more of his oh-so-sweet words.
If she listened to him much longer, he’d talk his way into getting what he wanted. Geesh. No wonder the guy was insanely rich. He could talk a doughnut from a cop.
"Then why are you saying no?" he asked right before dipping his head and kissing the side of her neck. His tongue lapped her sensitive skin and then his teeth gently closed over the area.
~ ~
Thirty minutes later, Cameron rolled off her and landed beside her on his king-sized bed. Still coming off the peak of her climax, Olivia stared up at his ceiling in wonder.
This was all wrong. She wasn’t supposed to fall for his corny come-on lines. She wasn’t supposed to tumble into bed with him every time he crooked his finger.
What in the hell was going on?
"How do you always do that?" she demanded.
He paused in the process of running a finger up and down her arm. "Do what?"
"Coax me into bed," she grumbled.
Cameron merely turned his head so he could send her a lazy grin. "What can I say?" he replied, breathing on his knuckles and buffing them against his bare chest. "I’m irresistible."
She sniffed and turned onto her side away from him. But he only spooned up behind her and wrapped his arm around her waist. It felt so wonderful; she wanted to relax against him. But wanting him—sleeping with him—couldn’t be good. She shouldn’t get used to this. As soon as she made her plans, she was out of here. She didn’t want any ties to him. She didn’t want—
"Don’t think it to death," he murmured sleepily in her hair as if he could hear her thoughts, and they were keeping him awake, too. He patted her hip. "Let’s just enjoy this while we can. We’ll figure the rest out later."
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.