A Tragic Wreck (Beautiful Mess 2)
Page 17“Would you like a coffee?” she asked as she made her way through the open living room into the airy kitchen, placing her clutch on the island and throwing off her heels.
“If it’s not any trouble,” Cam replied, following her into the kitchen and sitting on a barstool.
“No trouble at all. How do you take it?”
“Black.” He winked.
Olivia smiled, remembering how Cam had noticed the little things about her, like how she began drinking her coffee black. She felt it matched her mood lately.
After preparing two cups of coffee in her one-cup brewer, she handed one to Cam and led him over to a large white couch in her living room. It was a small space, but the high ceilings made the room seem much larger and open.
“This is a great view you have,” Cam remarked, looking out the enormous front windows at the ocean.
“I’m quite fond of it myself,” Olivia replied, sitting on the couch, facing the large windows. “Who needs TV when you have this view? And, of course, the hot guys that come here to surf aren’t bad to look at either.” She winked, nudging Cam with her elbow. This is good, she thought. She was letting him in. Even if it didn’t work out, she knew it was a pain that she could deal with.
Cam's heart raced when he heard her words. She looked at him, her lips turned up gently in the corners as if inviting him to respond. “Well, I’ve known a few surfers who blow off work in the morning just to come and try to get a certain girl to notice them.”
“Definitely,” he responded, placing his mug on the coffee table in front of him. “Give me that,” he said, grabbing her mug and setting it beside his.
Olivia turned to face him, her body instantly becoming warm as his eyes bore down into her. She knew it wasn’t fair to him, but she needed to feel close to someone. Desperation took over as she took his face in her hands and placed her lips on his, the kiss gentle at first before exploding into a passionate exchange.
His tongue entered her mouth as they feverishly explored each other’s bodies, Olivia pushing Cam down on the couch and straddling him. She broke her lips away from his, trailing kisses down his neck and collarbone, nibbling on his earlobe as she felt his erection grow between her legs.
“Fuck,” he exhaled. “God, your lips are soft, Libby,” he breathed as she continued torturing him with her mouth, gently kissing his chest through his shirt. She wanted to feel something. She tried to feel the electricity that she felt when she was with Alexander. As she traced her tongue against his neck, savoring the taste of his salty skin, her body refused to ignite on fire.
She sat back, grinding her hips against Cam's midsection, reaching for the buttons on his linen shirt, hoping to feel even the hint of a spark. At the very least, she wanted to forget about seeing Alexander. But, if that was true, why did she wish Cam’s blazing silver eyes were green when she looked into them? She closed her own eyes, not wanting to look at Cam as she continued torturing him with her body, moving on top of him in a way that made his entire body flame with desire. She slowly began to unbutton his shirt, lowering her lips to his chest, tracing circles with her tongue.
“Libby,” Cam said. “You don’t have to…”
Olivia held a finger over his mouth, hushing him. “I know,” she said, her breathing ragged. “I want this, Cam. I need this. Help me feel again, please.” She continued circling his midsection, finally beginning to feel a familiar throbbing between her legs.
She knew she was just using Cam, but she didn’t care. She needed to feel again. She didn’t care if there were no sparks or fireworks. She was tired of feeling so numb and empty.
Groaning, Cam flipped Olivia onto her back, his tongue continuing its exploration of her mouth as his hand roamed up and down her long legs. With each journey up, he went a little further north, drawing her dress even higher, finally feeling her ass.
She moaned, deepening the kiss before pulling back and dragging Cam’s lower lip between her teeth, nibbling gently. She wrapped her legs around his waist, wanting to feel him inside of her.
“Easy, Libby, or I’m not going to last long,” he exhaled into her neck. “I want this to last.”
“Please, Cam. I need to feel you…” Olivia pleaded with him.
“And I want you to feel me,” he whispered into her mouth, pressing his lips to hers. “I want you to feel so fucking complete when I’m moving inside you that you forget about whatever it is that’s got you scared.”
Olivia’s heart swelled at Cam's gentle words and touch, the heat emanating from his body making her desperate for him to keep touching her.
“Do you want that?” he asked, pulling back and looking down at her as she lay panting on the couch.
“Yes, Cam,” she said breathlessly. She wanted that more than anything. She wanted him. She needed him. He was the only one who could make her forget about him.
“Fuck, Libby.” He lowered his head to her chest, tracing his tongue across the top of her breasts. Olivia squirmed under his mouth, the heat sending shivers through her body. His fingers gently slid underneath her bra, lowering it and exposing her nipples. The cool air and her desire for him made them harden. He ran his tongue over one nipple, tugging lightly with his teeth.
Olivia let out a soft moan, enjoying the feeling of ecstasy from such a simple gesture.
“You like that, Libby?” Cam asked, tracing her other nipple.
She nodded, her breathing picking up pace as she moved her hips, desperate for some sort of release.
Cam pulled back and looked at Olivia, a sexy smile across his face. “Patience, gorgeous. Let me help you feel again.” He reached down and slipped a finger in her panties, finding her clit and gently rubbing it. “Do you feel that?” he asked softly, feathering his lips across her neck.
“Yes,” she responded quietly, throwing her head back and reveling in the sensation of his touch on the most intimate part of her body.