Page 18 of My One and Only (Blackhawk Security #10)

C am shook his head. Tightened his grip on her hands. “Nope. Didn’t recognize him. But I got his name from the police, who had his driver’s license. It sounded familiar, but I’d never seen the guy before. I’ll let it roll around in my head. See if I remember where I heard that name.”

Circling his wrists with her fingers, she smoothed her thumbs down his hand. The feel of his skin, warm and alive, soothed her. Made her still-rapidly-beating heart slow down. “He said he wasn’t here to ‘kill no kids’. So maybe he would have spared her. But who knows? If he thought she’d gotten a look at him?” Jo swallowed and closed her eyes, needing to block out that mental picture. How could anyone kill a child in cold blood?

Cam shifted closer to her. “Thank God you ignored my stupid attempt to keep you out of my house,” he murmured. “Thank God you came to Ogden to visit your mom. That you came to find me to rip me a new one about the problems in your mom’s house.”

Jo smiled at him. Smoothed her fingers over his cheeks, feeling his stubble scrape her palms. “Don’t worry, Cam. You’ll be paying for all those things.” Every sweep of her hands heightened the sensation of his beard against her palms. It made her shiver. Want .

Shoving the inconvenient desire out of her head, she said, “Not sure how much Mel will charge you for my services, but there’s no way I’m going back to Montana until your situation has been resolved. Until you know who’s targeting you and why. You have a bodyguard until everyone behind this is locked up.”

He stared into her eyes, and she saw need in them. Hunger. He repeated, “If you hadn’t come here to visit your mom, Fiona and I might both be dead right now.”

Jo pulled her hands away from Cam’s face. They shook a little, a side effect of the adrenaline that had roared back as soon as Cam woke her up. She was enjoying touching him way too much. “Maybe, maybe not. I was the one who started everything when I saw the shoddy work Billy Simms was doing. I was the one who saw Simms passing a bribe to the city inspector. I was the one who hunted down the truck that crashed into you. If I hadn’t come to Ogden, you might not know about the construction problems. You wouldn’t have made a stink about those problems. You’d be perfectly safe.”

“But my houses would have been a disaster,” he said. “I don’t want that. I’m very grateful that you noticed the problems.”

He leaned closer, and his pupils were completely dilated, leaving only a tiny ring of blue at the edge. Probably because it was dark in the living room. But the need in his expression had nothing to do with the darkness. The desire she saw there burned into her, igniting a matching need in Jo.

As they stared at each other, she moved closer to Cam at the same time as he moved closer to her. She smiled as she studied him -- they were still in sync, even after fifteen years.

He brushed his lips over hers, a barely-there touch. As if asking a question -- is this all right? May I kiss you?

In answer, she pressed her mouth against his, sucking on his lower lip. He groaned and wrapped his arms around her. Pulled her close until they were pressed together. The hard planes of his chest pushed into her soft breasts. She hadn’t taken the time to put on her bra when she’d thrown on her clothes, and the sweater she wore rubbed against her nipples. The heat from his skin beneath his thin tee shirt burned into her.

The fear from earlier, when she’d heard the guy trying to get into the house, had faded, replaced by frantic need.

That need made her want to tear her sweater off. Cam’s shirt, too. She didn’t want to think about what could have happened if she hadn’t been here. She needed to be skin to skin with Cam. Now .

She slid her hands beneath Cam’s shirt. Traced the ridges of his muscles, and when they quivered beneath her fingers, she smiled.

Cam sucked in a sharp breath and skimmed his own hands beneath her shirt. He cupped her breasts in his hands and circled her nipples with his thumbs. Hot electricity flew straight to that sensitive spot between her legs, and Jo groaned. “More,” she breathed against his mouth. “Please.”

Cam pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it to the side. Stared at her breasts for a long moment, then said, “God, Jo,” and put his mouth on her. He sucked one nipple into his mouth, swirled his tongue around the hard bud. Sucked on it for a moment, then paid attention to her other breast.

Jo ripped his shirt over his head. Tossed it away and slid onto his lap. The hard ridge of his erection burned against her, even with two layers between their bodies.

She wanted to get rid of those layers. Wanted to feel Cam’s skin against her. But she didn’t want to take the time to remove her clothing and his. She squirmed to get the thick, hard length of his cock between her legs. Once she had it exactly where she needed it, she rocked against him, letting her chest brush over his.

She closed her eyes and savored his groans. Whimpers escaped her throat every time he surged against her. The way his hands trembled as they cupped her breasts, playing with her nipples, made her lose all control. Right now, she could think of nothing but the effect Cam was having on her.

She lifted her head. “Cam,” she whispered. “I want you. Do you have a condom?”

He touched his forehead to hers. “I don’t,” he said. “Fiona likes to go through my drawers. Wasn’t sure how I’d explain a box of condoms.” He groaned. “Cock-blocked by my own kid.”

She stilled on the couch. She couldn’t believe she’d forgotten about Fiona. She was just down the hall, her door open.

“What about Fiona?” she murmured. “I don’t want to wake her up.”

“We won’t,” he said, and he sounded confident. “Once she’s asleep, she sleeps like the dead.”

Jo wondered if he’d been with anyone since his wife died. But she wasn’t going to ask. None of her business. Wasn’t sure she wanted to know, anyway.

Cam tugged at the waist of her jeans. Unbuttoned and unzipped them, then worked them down her hips. Down her thighs. Finally pulled them off and dropped them on the floor. Stared at the small gun strapped to her calf.

“Another gun?” he asked, his hands burning to touch Jo. But he didn’t want to start anything with that gun on her leg.

“It’s my back-up piece,” she said casually, reaching down to unbuckle the holster. She set it on the floor and twined her legs with his.

Still staring at the gun, he said, “Have you ever needed to use it?”

“No, thank God. If I have to use it, something’s gone wrong.” She slid back up his body, making sure she pressed against his cock. “Do you want to talk about my guns? Or can we have some fun?” She frowned. “Even though you don’t have condoms.”

“We can have fun without condoms,” he said, and slid one finger between her folds. When she moaned, he smiled.

“I’ve waited a long time to hear that sound,” he said, touching her again. Inhaling her scent.

She arched into him, desperate for his touch. He slid her onto the couch and knelt on the floor. Put his mouth on her, sucking her clit into his mouth, running his tongue over it.

“Oh, God, Cam. Too much. I’ve wanted you for so long.”

“Yeah?” he asked. “How long exactly?”

“Since high school, you idiot.”

“Is that the way to talk to the guy who’s going to make you come so hard you fall off the couch?” he said, pressing his mouth between her legs.

Jo couldn’t hold in a cry as she arched into him. She slid her hands into the back of his jeans, gasping when she realized he was commando. She slid her palms over his ass, caressing and squeezing his hard muscles.

Cam moaned as she touched him, and the vibrations of his voice drove her higher. Wilder. When he swirled his tongue around her clitoris, she levitated off the couch. “Oh, God, Cam,” she moaned. “Yes. More. Please.”

He flattened his tongue against her, and her orgasm roared through her. She pressed her mouth against his chest and screamed into it.

“God, Jo,” he said several minutes later. “Why didn’t we do this fifteen years ago?”

“Because we were both idiots,” she said, her arms still wrapped around him. She speared her fingers through his silky hair, caressing his head.

As the aftershocks of her orgasm subsided and her breathing evened out, she flipped him over so that he was lying on the couch. “My turn to play now,” she said.

Fumbling with his jeans, she slid her hand inside and curled her fingers around his thick cock. Protecting it from the zipper, she slid his jeans open and tugged them down to his thighs. Below his knees. Off his feet.

Then she slid between his legs and touched him. Ran one finger around the crown, savoring the way he shuddered above her. Drew one moan after another out of him. She played with him until he was panting and groaning, then slid down and took him into her mouth.

“Jo,” he said, his voice hoarse. “You don’t have to do that.”

She let him go with a pop and looked up at him. “Why not? Do you have some kinky rule about oral? Don’t you like it? Don’t you want me to suck you off?”

“God, no, Jo. I love it. I just meant you don’t have to do this.”

She frowned at him. “I want to do this, Cam. But if you want me to stop, I will.”

“No!” he said, his voice rising. “Please don’t stop. I just don’t want you to feel obligated.”

“ Obligated? ” She scowled at him. “What the hell is wrong with you? I want to do this with you. I want you to come as hard as you made me come. Harder.” She smiled down at him. “That’ll give you something to strive for next time.”

“God, Jo, are you always this mouthy in bed?”

“Nice play on words, Cam.” She swirled her tongue around the head of his cock.

“I want to know,” he said, touching her breasts. “Tell me.”

Her smile faded. She hadn’t been mouthy with Mike in the few months they’d had before his accident. Dirty talk intimidated her husband. “What do you think, Cam?”

“I think you are,” he said. “At least I hope so.”

Thank God. After Mike died, she’d vowed she never let another man change who she was.

One side of her mouth curling up, she said, “I’ll let you be the judge of that.” Then she bent and took him into her mouth again. Cupped his balls gently in one hand and swirled her tongue around his hard length. Sucked, then swirled. In minutes, he was moaning. Arching his hips into her.

His hands tightened on her shoulders and he groaned as he came. She kept her mouth on him until he eased gently away from her.

“That was amazing, Jo,” he said, pulling her up so she was lying on him. “More than I ever imagined. And I’ve imagined a lot. Especially since you walked into my office and gave me a piece of your mind about your mother’s house.”

“Yeah?” she asked.

“I wanted you all through high school,” he said. “But I was too self-conscious to ask you out. I didn’t want to ruin what we had if you didn’t feel the same.”

She slid her fingers into his hair again, then cupped his face, letting his whiskers tickle her palms. “I would have said yes. I wanted to go out with you, too, Cam.” She smiled. “Why do you think I was so happy when you asked me to that party at the lake? I was hoping you’d planned to sneak into the woods with me and fool around.”

Cam swallowed. “Exactly what I had planned,” he said. “But…”

“Yeah, Cam. I know. And then I left town and joined the Army.” She sighed. “I wish I had stuck around until you were on your feet again. Things might have been a lot different.”

“For both of us,” he said, burying his face in her hair and inhaling deeply. “But if I hadn’t married Ashley, I wouldn’t have Fiona.”

“Yeah, I get it,” she said. If she hadn’t joined the Army, she wouldn’t have met and married Mike. And she wasn’t sure if she regretted that, or not. If she hadn’t been there to help him, she was pretty sure no one would have been. And she was glad she was able to take care of him in the few months they had after he was injured.

“Your marriage is in the past,” she said. “So is mine. I did the best I could for Mike, but it wasn’t enough. And, knowing you, I’m sure you did the best you could for Ashley. It’s who you are, Cam.” Although both of their marriages might be in the past, they were still going to have to talk about them at some point. Jo tightened her grip on Cam for a moment, then forced herself to relax her hands. He probably didn’t want to talk about Ashley, either. But she didn’t want to deal with any ghosts when she was with Cam. She wanted to focus only on him.

He struggled to sit up and pulled her against his side. “I don’t want to talk about our exes,” he said. “I want to savor this experience with you, Jo. I’ve waited a long time for this and I only want to think about you.”

“Me, too,” she said. She reached over and kissed him, then looked him in the eyes. “We’re gonna have to talk about them at some point, though. You know that, right?”

Cam drew a deep breath. “Yeah. I know. But not tonight. Or tomorrow night. I want to enjoy you. I don’t want to think about anything but you.”

“I feel the same way,” Jo said. “I’ll get some condoms. I’m pretty sure Fiona won’t go through my stuff and find them.”

Cam opened his mouth, and Jo put her hand over it. “If you’re going to say this can’t happen again, I’ll be really disappointed in you, Cam. Is that what you were going to say?”

He shook his head vigorously, and she removed her hand. “What, then?”

“We just had sex, Jo, and I already want to do it again. As often as possible. We have a lot of time to make up for.”

“We do,” Jo said, bending to brush a kiss over his mouth. “I’ll get those condoms tomorrow.” She frowned as she studied him. “Unless you don’t want to have sex with Fiona in the house.”

“We just did, didn’t we?”

She smiled at him. “I guess we did. What time does Fiona usually go to bed?”

“Around seven,” he said.

She brushed her mouth over his one last time, then sat up. “Tomorrow night after she’s asleep, then. It’s a date.”