Page 52 of Love is just Camouflage

Olivia moaned, moving along Jaime’s rhythm, gasping when Jaime broke the kiss. She shuddered as Jaime’s hot mouth encased her nipple, licking the wrinkled skin before grazing the bud with her teeth.

Jaime scratched her nails down Olivia’s side, delighting in the way her lover arched her back.

“Jaime,” Olivia whispered.

She smiled against Olivia’s breast. Jaime pressed her ear against Olivia’s sternum, listening to her fast-thudding heart and enjoying the feel of Olivia combing her fingers through her hair.

Jaime sighed and rose, seeking Olivia’s lips. Heeding her request to remain close, she shifted her arm to seek the wet heat between Olivia’s legs.

Both women groaned when Jaime’s fingers slid between soaked, swollen folds.

Jaime savored the feeling of Olivia’s arousal painting her skin, just exploring the area slowly until Olivia grew ever more restless. She pulled back, suddenly understanding why Olivia had asked her to look at her.

Jaime gazed at Olivia’s face—one that could also launch a thousand ships—the woman who had infused her lifewith color, so bright, changing the greys and blues and tinging her world scarlet.

Olivia smiled, reaching out and trailing her fingers down Jaime’s arm. As always, the sight of her smile and the feeling of her touch sent Jaime’s mind astray.

Leaning down and kissing Olivia again, Jaime sped up her exploration, drawing her fingers lower, she traced along Olivia’s entrance with a featherlight touch before pushing inside.

Olivia broke the kiss, panting.

Jaime once more sought Olivia, noting the micro expressions of pleasure flitting over her features. She pulled back out and traced her fingers north, drawing circles with increasing pressure and speed on the straining nub she’d been neglecting so far.

Olivia’s hips moved along her ministrations, picking up their pace. She clutched Jaime’s upper arm and pressed her head deeper into the pillow, the sinews of her neck straining.

A fierce yearning to watch Olivia find her release, no, to be thecauseof it shot through Jaime, and she increased her efforts, almost struck mute by Olivia’s openness and surrender, by her willingness to lose herself in pleasure, in Jaime.

Olivia’s eyes closed before she seemed to force them open, and their gazes locked. She stiffened, and her lips parted before her body shuddered in a hard, drawn-out release, never taking her eyes off Jaime, who drank in the sight before her like a starving wanderer who’d never realized she’d been lost.

Jaime released a trembling breath, lost for words as her heart seemed to jump in her throat.

Olivia hummed, stretching and closing her eyes.

How could one person be so beautiful? And it wasn’t just her looks, if it were only that, Jaime could shrug it off easily, return toher hideout and just…carry on.

Then again, she’d tried that before, and the result had been less than satisfying.

Jaime didn’t know what any of it meant or what would happen next. Surely what had just transpired went beyond their previous encounters; in fact, Jaime had never experienced anything like it.

Perhaps it was due to the moment and heightened emotions. Where would they go from here? Could Jaime ever offer more? Olivia was right—she deserved more. But Jaime was just…Jaime.

“Hey, are you OK?” Olivia asked, her brows furrowing.

Jaime nodded, without fully catching Olivia’s gaze.

Olivia shifted. “James.”

Jaime’s eyes widened, and her gaze snapped to Olivia.

“Do you want this? Us?” Olivia worried her lower lip. “Me?” Her voice broke.

All air left Jaime’s body as her heart sped away, desperate to escape, like the coward she usually was.

Olivia sighed, and her eyes, those lovely, beautiful green eyes that would often gaze at Jaime with such warmth and affection, dimmed.

She shifted, trying to get out from under Jaime, pulling away.

Jaime’s heart turned to ice, and she shook herself out of her stupor, reaching out and pulling Olivia back into the cocoon of warmth they’d created. “Yes. I do.”

Olivia’s answering smile washed away the remaining cold still clinging to Jaime, and she smiled, too, before capturing Olivia’s lips in a sweet, lingering kiss.