Page 24 of My One and Only (Blackhawk Security #10)

J o reached for Cam’s hands, curling her fingers around them. “Not necessarily,” she murmured. She glanced at the couch. Swept her hand over it as memories from the night before scrolled through her head. “We had lots of fun here last night. We’ll have to wait until Fiona is asleep, of course, but I can think of ways to keep ourselves occupied in the meantime. I suspect you can, too.”

His eyes darkened as he stared at her, and a flush reddened his face. “Oh, yeah,” he said, his voice taut with need. With want. “I can think of plenty of ways for us to keep busy.”

Jo inched closer and her smile widened. “I’m a firm believer in show, don’t tell,” she murmured. “So why don’t you show me?”

His pupils expanded until there was only a tiny rim of blue in his irises. But instead of reaching for her, he leaped off the couch. “Let me make sure Fiona’s asleep.” He held her gaze. “If she is, I’ll grab the condoms.”

As he moved away, Jo caught his arm. “They’re in your room?”

“Yeah. Hidden in my underwear drawer.” He smiled. “One place I know Fiona doesn’t explore.”

“Are you sure?”

“I caught her in that drawer once,” he said, a tiny smile curling his mouth. “I explained that underwear was very personal. Told her that no one but her should touch her underwear, unless I was doing the laundry. She stared at me for a long time, then pulled her hands out of the drawer. I haven’t caught her in my dresser drawers since.”

“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.

They held each other tightly as they lay pressed together on the couch. Jo shifted to make sure that every inch of her body was covered by Cam, and she blinked hard to prevent her tears from falling.

She’d wanted Cam since she was fifteen years old, way before she understood what that entailed. A tear must have escaped because Cam lifted his head and stared down at her.

“What’s wrong, Jo?” he asked softly, swiping his finger over her cheek to catch the tears. “Why are you crying?”

She blinked several times. “Bodyguards don’t cry,” she said with a sob.

Cam’s mouth curled into a smile. “Okay, then why are you not crying?”

She cupped his face in her hands and opened her eyes. Focused on his face. “I’ve wanted this for so long,” she said. “Wanted you since high school. And I never thought it would happen. You’ve been the big regret of my life.” She swallowed the lump of tears in her throat.

“And here we are on my couch,” he said, inhaling her scent and storing it in his memory. “Just like we might have been fifteen years ago -- having sex on my parents’ or your parents’ couch.”

She managed a watery laugh. “Hey, at least we didn’t have to sneak off in your truck.”

“That truck has a bench seat in the back,” he said. “Perfect for parking somewhere.”

“Instead of that, maybe we can aim for a bed next time.” She combed her fingers through Cam’s hair, lifted to press a kiss to his mouth. “Because I definitely want a repeat performance.”

“Let me get rid of this condom, then we can try again.”

“Really?” She lifted up on her elbows to watch as he removed the used condom and slid off the couch. “Already?”

He crouched beside her on the floor. “You’re not the only one who’s waited a very long time for this. After fifteen years? I can’t believe you think we’re done for the night.”

Jo cupped his cheek in her palm. “I like the sound of that, Cam Pierce.”

“I hope so, because we have a lot of years to make up for,” he said as he rose to stand. “I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere.”

Jo drew in a shuddering breath. “Nowhere else I’d rather be,” she murmured.

He smoothed his hand over her hair. “Me, too, Jo. Me, too.”

When Cam returned a couple minutes later, he took both her hands and drew her off the couch. “We have another bed,” he said. “The twin in your room. Crowded, but hey, I want to be as close to you as possible.”

He bent to pick up their clothes, and she grabbed both of her guns and their holsters. They tiptoed down the hall, giggling like kids, and crept into her room.

As they moved together, Jo wanted to hold this moment close to her heart. Wanted to savor every thrust, every tiny cry, every groan. She loved the way Cam curled his palm around her ass. Held her as if she were precious. Treasured. She never wanted this evening to end.

By the time dawn was breaking outside her bedroom window, they’d made love three more times. Cam sat up in bed, touching her swollen lips. “I need to get back to my room, in case Fiona wakes up and comes looking for me.”

Jo sat up beside him and pressed a kiss to his mouth. “I know.” She cupped his cheek in her palm. “I’m looking forward to lunch tomorrow. We’ll have the house to ourselves. I can make as much noise as I want, and so can you, as long as the windows are closed. And since it’s the middle of winter, I don’t think we have to worry about open windows.”

Cam crouched beside her bed. “I wish I was sleeping curled around you, Jo. I want to wake up with you in the morning. Shower together. Get ready for work together.”

“Yeah, me, too,” she said. “But even if Fiona was sleeping in her own bed, we couldn’t sleep in the same bed. In case she came looking for you.” She stood up and wrapped her arms around him, pressing against his body. “Go and keep your daughter company. I’ll see you in the morning.”

“In the morning,” he promised, kissing her again.

Her mouth clung to his, until finally she eased away. “Go, Cam, before I try to convince you to stay,” she whispered.

He nodded. Touched her face. “See you in the morning.”

He padded silently out of the room and down the hall to his room. She waited until he’d opened his bedroom door, then sat down on the bed.

What the hell had she done? After making love with him, how was she going to walk away from Cam after this job was over?

She drew a deep, shuddering breath and crawled into bed. But instead of sleeping, she stared at the blinds and watched the world lighten as the sun came up.