Page 46 of Hot Commodity (Banks/Kincaid Family 1)

to move in a slow, purposeful rhythm. Up, down. Up, down. Nice and easy. When she leaned over to kiss his tiny nipples, he groaned out a strained, frustrated sound.

"Olivia," he begged.

She laughed huskily and lifted her face. "I'll let you kiss me," she allowed and laid her mouth to his.

He suckled hungrily, eating at her lips with teeth and tongue.

"My neck," she instructed. "I like that thing you do to my neck."

When she tilted up her chin and exposed her throat to him, he immediately leaned forward set to his mouth against her pulse. A single stroke of his tongue and nip of his teeth later, she bowed against him and pounded down faster, ready to explode once more.

"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.

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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."

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