Hot Commodity(46)

"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?"

Olivia licked her lips, suddenly very shy. She’d never been the one to give the commands before. The power was overwhelming, but exciting. "Here," she finally said, and covered the mound between her legs with her fingers.

His eyes followed the move. "How?" he asked next.

She frowned. "How?"

He chuckled softly. "How, Olivia?" he repeated, coming up on his knees so he could lean over her and hover above her with a hand buried in the mattress on either side of her face. His mouth hovered inches above hers,

making her suddenly want to kiss him.

"How do you want me to touch you there," he pressed. "With my hands? My dick? My mouth?"

Her eyes sprang open wide as her gaze shot to his lips. She’d heard all kinds of stories about guys going down on a girl but it had never happened to her before. She figured it was only a myth.

He laughed at her stunned expression. "Guess that answers my question," he said, peeling her underwear down her legs and tossing them over his shoulder. Then, with a wicked glint in his eyes, he lowered his face.

"Cam," she said in alarm and grabbed his shoulder.

He paused to wink at her. "Shh. It’s okay. Like I said, I’ll be gentle."

His gaze stayed steady on her face as he descended until his mouth was inches over her pubic hair, his breath fanning her stomach.

"You’re in charge here," he reminded. "Whatever you want, Livy. I’ll do it."

She nodded. "Lick me," she said hoarsely.

He smiled with approval and dipped his head, his eyes still on hers as he flicked out his tongue and lightly batted at the lips of her sex. She jerked and cried out.

"Oh, God. Do it again."

He lowered his eyes then to concentrate and licked her again, only he didn’t stop stroking this time. Pressure built inside her. She strained, wanting to buck against him, but she kept her body rigid. It only made her want more. She needed something, anything, inside her.