Page 73 of My One and Only

“Okay, tiptoe into your room and get the condoms. And whatever you do, don’t wake Fiona up!”

“Don’t worry,” he murmured. “I’m an expert at not waking her up at night.”

He leapt off the couch and hurried to his room. Reappeared a handful of seconds later, holding the box they’d bought that afternoon.

When he slid onto the couch beside her, Jo raised one eyebrow. “That was slick,” she whispered. “You do this a lot when she’s sleeping?”

“Never before,” he said. “Not since Ashley died.” He grimaced. “Haven’t had time to date and didn’t even want to. Ashley was…” He sighed. “She was… difficult.”

Jo put her hand over his mouth. “Not tonight,” she said. “I only want two people on this couch, and your former wife isn’t one of them.”

Cam held her gaze for a long moment, then drew her close. “Don’t worry about Ashley. Our marriage was over long before she died.”

“Okay,” she whispered, seeing the truth in his eyes. “I won’t give her another thought.” She slid one leg over his lap and pressed close to him. “I’d much rather concentrate on you.”

As she held his gaze, Jo removed the holster beneath her left arm and set it and the gun on one of the end tables next to the couch. Then she stripped off her sweater, leaving her in a lacy, purple bra.

As she reached to undo it, Cam put his hand on hers. “Did you wear that for me?”he asked, using one finger to trace the top edge of the bra.

Jo put her hand over his. Pressed his palm against one of her breasts. “Back in high school, you always said, ‘Wow, Jo, you look great today’ when I wore something purple,” she said, touching his mouth with a fingertip. “I thought there was a chance you still liked purple.”

“Oh, God, Jo,” he said, and his hand shook as he traced the lace pattern in the silk. “I can’t believe you remembered that.”

“I remember a lot of things, Cam,” she said with an ache of regret for all their missed opportunities. She leaned closer and inhaled his spicy scent. Ran her fingers down his arms and took his hands in hers, twining their fingers together. “After I talked to you that first time, when I complained about my mom’s house? I went to downtown Ogden and bought this bra. And the matching underwear.” She smiled. “Same day.”

Cam’s pupils dilated as he stared at her. Finally he sucked in a breath and put both of his hands on her breasts. “I can’t believe you remembered that from all those years ago. And that you went out and bought new underwear in case I might see it.”

“Guess I’m an optimist,” she said, unhooking the bra. She let it slide down her arms, and Cam sucked in a breath.

“You’re beautiful, Jo,” he whispered. He tugged the bra off her arms and tossed it onto the floor. Then he bent his head and took one nipple in his mouth. Sucked lightly on it, then circled it with his tongue.

In moments, she was squirming on his lap. She kept her mouth clamped shut to keep any sounds from escaping, too aware of Fiona, sleeping just down the hall. But when he tugged both nipples in his fingers, squeezing them gently and sending a bolt of electricity from her breast to her clitoris, she moaned and moved against him.

“My turn,” she managed to say, her fingers shaking as she tried to unbutton his shirt. When she couldn’t get the first button through the buttonhole, Cam gently pushed her hands away and unbuttoned the shirt himself. He slid it down his arms and tossed it onto the floor on top of her bra.

She pressed her mouth against his tight male nipples, swirling her tongue around them. When she lightly raked her teeth over them, he groaned into her hair. His hips jerked against hers, and he muttered, “God, Jo. You’re making me feel like a sixteen-year-old kid again. No self-control. No willpower.”

“That’s okay, Cam,” she said, her hands trembling on his skin. “Because you’re making me feel the same way.”

Cam shifted her off his lap, then reached for the button of her jeans. Popped it open, then drew the zipper down one metal tooth at a time. The slide of metal against metal was loud in the quiet house.

As he shoved the jeans down her legs, he paused when he reached her Glock 42. He unbuckled the holster and set the holster and gun to the side where neither of them would step on it.

Once the Glock was out of the way, Jo kicked off her loose jeans and shoved them to the floor. Then she looked at Cam. “You’re overdressed,” she said, sliding her lips over his, then moving down to his chest. When she reached the waistband of his jeans, Cam was trembling. His cock was hard and thick beneath his zipper, and Jo eased it down slowly and carefully. Finally, she tugged the jeans down his legs and tossed them to the side. She wore only her underwear, and Cam‘s black boxer shorts were tented over his thick erection.

“I can’t wait a moment longer,” Jo said. “Where are those condoms?”

“On the table at the end of the couch. I’ll get them in a moment,” he said, easing her onto the couch. He slid her purple underwear down her legs. His breath shuddered in and out as he studied her.

“You’re stunning, Jo,” he said, sliding his hand over her chest, down to her thighs. Then he slid down her body and put his mouth on her.

She was so turned on, so ready for Cam, that her orgasm crashed through her almost immediately. Cam muffled her cries with his mouth, and the taste of her on Cam’s tongue prolonged her orgasm. Finally, when the tremors had eased, she reached for him.

“Condoms?”she asked. “I’m not known for my patience.”

He fumbled with the box on the end table and handed her one. She ripped it open, tossed the wrapper onto the floor, and protected both of them. Then, holding her gaze, Cam slid into her.

They’d both waited so many years for this moment. “Cam,” she said, trembling beneath him. “Oh, God, Cam.” She wrapped her legs around him and rose to meet each thrust. Another orgasm roared through her, and Cam came moments later with a groan he muffled against her neck.

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