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  The breath whistled between Cody’s lips. “Good Lord, you’re beautiful.”

  He lifted his hands and cupped her. The motion of his thumbs over her skin, rasping her nipples, dragged sensation through the taut mounds until she jerked with need. Her blood turned sluggish, her muscles heavy, and desire stretched throughout her body, drawing her closer to Cody in spite of the force he used to keep her where he could see her.

  Olivia wanted to see, too, but, more, she needed to feel. She pressed against him, lifted her mouth for another kiss and wrestled his shirt over his shoulders. Cody groaned but reluctantly released her breasts. His abandonment made her ache worse, but the moment she freed his chest from the fabric, she thrust her nipples against him, loving the texture of his hair and skin, amazed at how his heart thumped against her breastbone until the cadence mingled with her own rushed pulse.

  Heat, comfort and lust combined into something brand new. Olivia had barely gotten her fill when she became distracted by the way Cody snuck his hand into her waistband, stretching his fingers beneath the fabric at the small of her back, drifting over her ass, tracing the seam between the two cheeks. A furious tingle raced down and around, curling beneath her body to sink into the dampening flesh surrounding her pussy and sparking an urgency Olivia had never felt before.

  “I need you inside me,” she gasped at the same moment she broke their kiss.

  “Yes.”

  The word Cody barked was hot and fierce, but his actions were totally opposite. He stroked her body slowly—one hand over her ass, the other up her back and shoulder. He dragged his palm down her arm, the slightly calloused surface strumming her nerves in subtle ways, the drift of his fingers driving heat into her bones. Curling her hand around his nape and letting the other roam over him, Olivia tried to return the favor.

  Cody’s muscles weren’t overly developed, but she could tell he’d spent some time in a gym. His skin was smooth but for the crisp path of dark hair angling toward his waistband, and his nipples were nearly as responsive as her own. She scratched a line down his stomach that had him gasping into her mouth then surging against her tongue with dangerous intent.

  Humming with anticipation, she tugged at the button of his fly. His zipper echoed softly in the room but was as loud as a jet engine to her libido—and as provoking, as if something adventurous was just around the next corner. Olivia would have said she was too impatient to play games, yet she was enjoying the pace Cody had set too much to alter it—not yet, at least. Not until she teased as much as she could, slipping her fingertips over sensitive skin, scratching, licking, kissing, relishing her ability to make him flinch and moan.

  Finally, she peeled back the flaps of his pants, pulled his underwear low and released his cock. She’d felt it before—had held it and stroked until pleasure had erupted from the tip. Her palm tingled with the memory. Her pussy clenched in expectation. She took him into her palm and stroked from base to tip.

  Cody groaned. Both of his hands clamped on her ass and he hauled her up his body. Olivia wrapped her legs around his waist a moment before the room spun. She closed her eyes and poured all her energy into a new kiss, hot and wild, clinging to his lips as he turned and put her down across the bed.

  Pulling back from her mouth, he licked her chin. He nipped and descended, trailing fire over her neck, sucking gently, scraping with his teeth. Sensation built and transferred to lower parts of her body in a rolling wave, a forerunner of Cody’s caresses. Down and down… Olivia’s lungs seized and heated, radiating urgency throughout her chest.

  He kissed her between her breasts. Lifting one hand to fondle, cup, shape and mold one swollen mound, Cody turned his mouth to the other. He left a hot, wet streak to cool under his exhalation, only to tease it again with a quick flick of his tongue. He tortured her with a leisurely inspection of her darkening areola. The noises he made told her how much he enjoyed the taste of her skin.

  By the time Cody closed his lips on her nipple, Olivia was beyond breath. With anticipation slicing through her and her thighs cramping around his waist, she clenched her fingers in his hair. His tongue felt like sleek satin surrounding her aching, sensitized flesh when he sucked her into his mouth. Raw lust cleaved her in two. The force he used on her breast drew her off the mattress and an unseen cord burst into existence through the center of her body, stringing her nipple to her clit until both peaks pulsed in time with Cody’s clever attentions.

  She writhed and pulled, loving the pressure, loving the ache. With every shift of her shoulders, his grip on her nipple tightened and his mouth on the other grew more fevered. Olivia’s core liquefied and demanded appeasement. Contorting to rub her aching, fabric-covered pussy against his dick, she wrenched Cody’s head from her chest.

  She stared up at his expression, noting the beads of sweat at his temples, the harsh line of his lips, the need glimmering in his eyes. He panted over her mouth in time with the brushing of his chest against her belly. Olivia was covered, surrounded by heat, his hips wedged between her thighs so deliciously that she struggled not to squirm, though she couldn’t hold still for long.

  True pain edged Cody’s smile. “I want you. Very badly.”

  “Good thing I’m already in your bed, then.”

  “I don’t have condoms.”

  A very brief and passionate debate took place in Olivia’s brain. Half-muddled by lust and nearly totally drowned out by the need pulsing in her pussy, rationality and responsibility tried to make a case for alternative pleasures, but her panties were soaking wet. Her nerves sizzled beneath her skin and her nipples hurt in such a way that only Cody’s touch—his fingers or his mouth, sucking or pinching, tugging and pulling with hot, wet persistence—could bring her ease. Just the memory had her shuddering.

  “Rhythm method.”

  He pressed close, grinding his erection against her. “That doesn’t work.”

  “It has to.” Olivia lost her breath as she lifted, her hips rising fluidly, rocking in a vain effort to encourage more pressure—enough that her clit would stop throbbing quite so hard and her pussy would find a measure of peace, rather than its current contracting, greedy squeeze, nearing pain in its intensity. “I need you inside me.”

  Cody wriggled, then Olivia felt him sliding his hand beneath her newly loosed waistband. The heat of his fingers seemed to spread farther than his touch possibly could, covering her mound and writhing over her nerves. She arched, her legs falling from his hips to help ease his way and encourage further advances.

  Like getting her damn pants off.

  Cody covered her wet folds with his palm and pushed his fingers into her slick depths. He pumped slowly, calloused fingertips dragging over agitated nerves, driving her insane. Olivia planted her heels against the bedframe, kicking at the mattress to make enough room to gain a little leverage. She lifted, driving up on his fingers, taking them deeper with a groan just shy of a scream.

  Her body contracted around the intrusion, sending ecstasy radiating out. Gripping his wrist, Olivia lifted again. “Please, please. Now.”

  “Can’t.” Cody withdrew from her hot clasp and stumbled back a few steps. He grabbed the belt loops of her jeans and tore the fabric down her legs. Olivia writhed and kicked, helping him free her.

  Gloriously naked, she stretched under his raking gaze, appreciating the wash of cooler air on her overheated skin. She struggled to breathe but still plotted the best way to proceed—toward her goals and their pleasure.

  Olivia spread her legs. “Cody.”

  He cursed then gulped, then cursed again. His gaze riveted to the curls between her legs, he stepped forward, but surprised her by dropping to his knees. “You’re so damn wet, Olivia. You look so…sweet.”

  She couldn’t see him with his head tipped down, but she felt his hands push at her inner thighs. His tongue slid up her folds and caught on her clit. Extreme pleasure burst from the flesh he’d just tasted, predominantly spurred on by her excitement. Too soft, so subtle, his lick ha
d her writhing in anticipation, a mental urgency supported by the physical need clawing inside her body.

  “I want—” She panted and wheezed. “I want you…inside me.”

  She felt his chuckle. She couldn’t see him smile and she certainly couldn’t hear anything past the heartbeat echoing in her ears, but she sensed his maniacal intent. A moment later, Cody peeled her folds apart, holding her with softly massaging fingers, adding an erotic tug to the sleek path he was tracing over her wet skin with his tongue.

  “It’s too soft,” she whined. “I need so much more. I need you—stretching me, filling me, pounding into me, Cody!”

  His only response was another hot lick, up and around her clit. Then he sucked the peak between his lips and pleasure rioted through her lower body. Olivia screamed. She held on to his hair and rode his mouth as he did wicked things with his lips and teeth. He stroked and rubbed then tracked lower to stab at her entrance.

  She tried to resist her own climax by focusing on his. “Your cock.”

  “It’s hard.” He blew against her pussy.

  Olivia shuddered and clawed at his scalp. “Put it inside me.”

  Cody surged to his feet, giving her a short-lived thrill that he would do exactly as she suggested. She gushed, just thinking about his thick length stuffed inside her, pushing in—slow and deep—working over needy tissues that ached so badly to be rubbed.

  But rather than do as she’d hoped, he climbed onto the bed. He pulled her, rolled her over and pushed until they were both on their sides, facing each other with her mouth less than an inch from his cock and him rooting for her clit. Curled, slightly awkward, Olivia remained undaunted.

  “I’ve never done this position before.” She still sucked his dick into her mouth.

  Cody licked her. “Me, neither. Jesus, but I think we’ll…goddamn…figure it out.”

  Olivia burrowed her hand between his legs then gripped his balls, squeezing and kneading, tugging just enough to make him squirm. With her other hand, she fisted his shaft, making sure he didn’t shove too much down her throat as her head bobbed and his hips lifted. She shut her eyes tightly, concentrating on her technique, though his threatened to undo her completely.

  They found a rhythm. He licked, she sucked. He thrust his tongue into her wet depths and she rasped the tip of his dick in a velvet glide. Urgent, impatient, but dedicated to sharing, they both crashed together, legs over heads and knees pressing skulls. Olivia could only imagine how ungainly they looked, but the pleasure was well worth it.

  Cody ate her as thoroughly as any woman could ever experience. Olivia dripped and gushed, riding his mouth and rocking against his chin. She was a wet mess and knew she was making him into one, too, but Cody just kept pressing forward, groaning, wrapping his arm around her and helping her meet every thrust and lick.

  Pleasure mounted, rocketing through her, exploding in her clit and her cunt. She clamped down on Cody’s tongue and tightened her lips around his cock. Sucking instead of screaming, she brought him with her as she found her release, and they both writhed. Cody’s dick pumped, even as she wrenched away to snatch oxygen, thick streams splashing over her face and chest.

  The air between their bodies congealed with emotions Olivia didn’t know how to define or confront. Cody stroked her ass. She laid her head on his knee. Both of them panted, sprawled across each other and the stained sheets without speaking. For her part, Olivia wasn’t sure what to say or how the breakdown of business versus pleasure would end up.

  She suddenly wondered if she’d gotten more than she’d bargained for.

  Chapter Ten

  The next morning, Cody sat at the kitchen table and started his laptop. He was still wondering how he was going to confront his father when the computer screen lit up with the man’s face.

  “My boy! Your mother misses you. How are you?” The question didn’t seem to require an answer, as the man immediately plunged into the details of his hospital undertakings.

  Cody let the words fly past him as he stared at the computer screen. Oren O’Neal was the spitting image of Eugene, minus the drooping mouth, sagging skin and white hair. For a moment, Cody was unable to speak past the pain twisting through his chest.

  Oren must have seen something that sparked a rare showing of paternal concern. His diatribe cut off mid-sentence, his eyebrows lowered and his face crowded the screen as he leaned closer to his own computer, half a world away. “Are you all right, son?”

  Cody didn’t know how to answer. Too much was happening around him, out of his control and yet heavily influenced by his decisions. The night before, Olivia had planted seeds of guilt. Also, a lust that had made it difficult for him to sleep, especially considering how long it had been since he’d even had a date.

  He couldn’t take his physical desires into consideration, however. Cody had a decision to make, and whatever he decided would impact a number of people—possibly the whole town. The weight of such a burden was intolerable, and he had to come to a decision soon—before he lost his sanity completely.

  “Cody?”

  “Uh, yeah, Dad. I’m fine, everything’s fine.” Cody dragged in enough oxygen to fuel his discussion. “Grandpa’s doing really well, according to his doctors. His physical therapy is really helping his recovery.”

  “That’s great. Glad to know the therapist didn’t sugarcoat it. I’ll admit to being a little worried that the nurses may have been too optimistic in his medical reports.”

  Cody knew that was one of his father’s pet peeves with the staff he currently employed at his hospital. They were too eager to tell him what they thought he wanted to hear, which had led to several dangerous emergency situations. “Yeah, uh…speaking of—”

  “Have you found a place to put him?”

  Cody blinked, hearing again Olivia’s scathing comment, He’s a man, not a plate! It was on the tip of his tongue to repeat the sentiment, but he gritted his teeth and shook his head, instead. “It all depends on how much money Grandpa’s got and how much I could sell the Double O for”—he took another deep breath—“and how much you’re willing to stop siphoning off, Dad.”

  Oren scowled. “I won’t have to borrow—and that’s the correct term, Cody—any more money after the sale of the ranch goes through. Even a little bit goes a long way here.”

  For a minute, Cody sat in perfect silence. Raw denial held his tongue hostage while a childish need to scream, kick his feet and declare that he’d hold onto the Double O until hell froze over, rather than letting another take possession of the land his family had worked so hard to maintain, rose to choke him. Part of him truly wanted to keep the family ranch intact, but he knew the battle he faced was a losing one, and the paperwork he’d been going through only confirmed that fact.

  Finally, words came. “Dad, the money from the sale of the Double O will be needed to pay for Grandpa’s housing. Assisted living is expensive.”

  “Only if you find an expensive place for him to go.”

  “They’re all expensive.” Cody waved his hand to head off his father’s interruption. “Grandpa is leaving you and Mom a stipend. He’s already got the money set aside, and with a little finagling, he can release the money now, to be placed in a trust so that you get some every month.”

  “That’s ridiculous! I’m not a child to be given an allowance.”

  “You certainly can’t go on the way you have been, Dad! I’ve been going over papers for a week now, and you and Mom have taken Grandpa for all he’s worth.”

  “That is not even close to true.”

  “Like you said, a little goes a long way where you’re living. The money you’ve been given would be enough to fund your entire hospital!”

  “What do you think I’ve been doing?”

  Cody worked his jaw and struggled not to snarl at his own father—a man who really was doing some good in the world, even if he tended to be blind when it concerned his own family. “Maybe you need to get out of the third world for a minute? Com
e home and do a little fundraising. Or, hell, stay there until you die. Just write a damned grants proposal and stop sucking up your father’s retirement cushion!”

  Oren lowered his eyebrows. “Don’t you dare speak to me that way, Cody. I am your father!”

  “And your father needs more from you than what you’ve given!” A jolt went through Cody—unexpected, but not quite reflexive. Painful, angry, but not just directed at Oren. Cody had failed to provide what Eugene needed, too.

  Sighing wearily, he rubbed his eyes. “There is funding available to help you out with your mission, Dad. Write some grants, appeal to some foundations. Hell, you could even charge a little like the private hospitals do.”

  “I will not charge for medicine! I never will, just as I will never compromise my service by answering to another who holds the purse strings. This is a calling, son.”

  “And it’s calling all of Grandpa’s money. You’ve got to find a different way to support yourself.”

  “Sell the Double O and—”

  “You’d better finish that statement with ‘and use the money to make sure Grandpa is taken care of for the rest of his life’.” Cody stood as a fresh wave of anger scorched his veins, but he bent down to glare directly into the webcam’s lens. “That’s exactly what I intend to do. He earned his money, and I’ll be damned if you—”

  “Just let him stay with you, then! My God, you’re there in the States. I assumed your grandfather wouldn’t want to spend his final years in Africa, or I’d have brought him here already.”

  Cody gripped his hair with both hands. “I live in a juvenile detention center, Dad! I teach boys who are locked up for crimes committed before adulthood. Some have violent tendencies. I can’t bring Grandpa on campus with me. We’re surrounded by barbed wire! Is that really where you want your father to die?”