Page 56 of Hot Commodity (Banks/Kincaid Family 1)

Suddenly bashful, she answered, "I just thought since I'm going to be on my own now, I should, you know, learn how to cook."

For a moment, he didn't answer. Instead, his eyes drifted down her body. Feeling a spark of excitement at his hot gaze, she turned away and tried to concentrate on her cooking lessons, but she couldn't get past the fact that he was just standing there, staring at her.

"I like your outfit," he finally said.

"Thanks. It's new." She automatically lifted her hands and turned in a slow circle to model for him. It reminded her of the first night she'd met him and how she done this same move in her cat suit. "You like?" she asked huskily. "I

bought it today with your credit card."

His eyes dipped down and back up again. "I'd say it was money well spent," he murmured before pushing from the doorway and strolling toward her.

Olivia laughed, even though her stomach tightened and every nerve ending running up the insides of her thighs tingled. "You might not sing the same tune once you get the bill."

Instead of responding, he caught her chin in his hand and lifted her face. Confused by his odd move, Olivia's brows wrinkled in confusion as she caught his gaze. Her mouth opened to say something, but when their eyes met, she didn't speak. A swell of emotion passed between them.

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Feeling this strange urge to start talking, to tell her about his day, his life, his hopeless pain, Cameron kept his mouth shut and just stared. He hadn't expected that air-headed pop tart in Vegas to move him this way. Then again, he'd never expected to see her again after their one-nighter either.

Life had a funny way of turning out.

He couldn't keep her. He knew that. She was leaving soon so he should take his hands off her. It'd only be that much harder to let her go when the time came. But he didn't want to stay away. He wanted to pull her close and cherish every last moment they had left.

So he did.

Lowering his face, he touched his lips to hers and closed his eyes as he drank softly from her lips. She moaned. Or maybe that was him. When he lifted his head a minute later, he was surprised to see that his simple little kiss had turned the features of her face into pure rapture. Her long lashes lifted and she looked at him as if he were her everything.

Growling out a sound of need, he dipped again. This time, he wasn't so soft or sweet. This time, he wanted her with every breath in his body. Though he wanted to race and hurry, Cameron took his time, unbuttoning each button on her new blouse with leisurely, unhurried strokes, making sure his knuckles grazed warm skin frequently. Without saying a word, Olivia reached up and pulled him back down, kissing him as he continued to undo the buttons on her shirt.

"All this talk about food," he murmured, "has made me suddenly ravenous."

Olivia chuckled. "Has it now?"

With her face tipped up, her dewy lips slightly parted and her eyes closed, she looked like a woman in love with the man touching her. It caused a ripple of pleasure and then a jolt of fear to pass through him. He wasn't going to try the love thing again. He hated himself for failing Sienna in the end. For not saving her. He didn't want to go through that again.

He knew he should stop. He should pull Olivia's blouse together and explain this thing between them wasn't going to go any further than sex. It couldn't. But he didn't want to stop. He wanted to bury himself inside her and forget the past. Just for a couple of hours.

Wrapping his hands around her hips, he picked her up and carried her to the couch. As soon as he sat her down, he lowered himself to his knees on the carpet in front of her and pushed up her skirt. Peeling away her panties next, he stripped them down her legs and turned the the brief piece of silk into a slingshot, snapping them into the air, not even bothering to watch where they landed.

Grinning, he wrapped his hands around her ankles and studied the strappy high-heeled sandals she wore. He was about to take them off when it struck him that it'd be a lot kinkier if she left them on. So, he lifted her thighs and draped them over his shoulders.

"You might want to hold onto something," he advised. "I'm a pretty intense cook."

And with no more warning than that, he dipped his head and plunged his tongue inside her. Olivia jerked and cried out his name. He closed his eyes and breathed in her heady, musky scent. God, he loved tasting her. Murmuring his delight, he stroked his tongue up between her folds and boldly caressed the entire area, causing her thighs to clamp around his face.

"Cam. Cam," she panted, unable to say much more than that except for a few garbled words that meant nothing to either of them.

After swirling his tongue around the outer rim, he plunged unexpectedly inside her again. She arched and screamed, coming in a rush and filling his mouth with her creamy flavor. He lavished her through the orgasm and continued licking until nearly a minute after she'd settled.

"Cameron," she sighed, reaching down to sift her fingers through his hair.

"Hmm?" he asked and lifted his face to send her an irritated look. "Woman, can't you see I'm taste testing the sauce here." He licked his lips and glanced at her swollen center. "God, you're delicious."

He moved as if to go back down for more. But Olivia laughed and caught his shoulders. "So, when is it time for my taste test?" she asked, reaching for his fly.

He was surprised to realize he was still fully dressed and watched in amusement as she leisurely stripped him. "How do you want it?" he asked huskily, realizing how close to the edge she was making him with her soft fingers.

"With you inside me, preferably."

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