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.”

“Slacker,” Olivia joked, sipping her coffee.

“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.

Returning her lips to his, Olivia finished unbuttoning his shirt, leaning down to nibble on his earlobe. Savoring the feeling of his muscular body beneath her own, she trailed kisses from his neck down his chest, toying with his little trail of hair, eager to see where it led.

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.

He grabbed the bottom of her dress, looking into her eyes as if asking permission. She bit her bottom lip and nodded. Within seconds, she lay on the couch wearing only a red lace strapless bra and matching panties. She felt Cam harden even more between her legs.

“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.

“Good,” he replied before lowering himself down her body and grabbing her panties by the hips, sliding them down her long legs. “I want to taste you, Libby,” he said in a husky voice. He slowly trailed kisses down her stomach, watching her chest rise and fall in a quick rhythm. “Do you want that?” he asked as he circled her bellybutton with his tongue, his finger slowly entering and withdrawing from inside her.

“Yes, Cam. God, yes,” Olivia breathed softly. She didn’t know how much more she could take. The anticipation was killing her. She was desperate to feel something other than the numbness that had taken over her entire being since fleeing Boston. For the first time in over a month, she was feeling something. And it felt amazing.

He continued trailing kisses down her stomach, pausing before pressing his tongue against her clit, slowly lapping up her juices as he continued pleasuring her with his finger. “I love the way you taste, Libby,” Cam commented before returning his tongue to the spot that made her feel for a change. “You feel that?”

“Yes, Cam. I feel it.” She closed her eyes, desperate to block out the rest of the world and only concentrate on the amazing sensation of Cam's mouth between her legs.

“Good.” He began sucking ever so gently as he inserted another finger inside her. She felt like she was on the brink of exploding, the incredibly full feeling of his tongue on her and fingers inside her about to send her over the edge into a million tiny pieces. It wasn’t as intense a feeling as she felt with Alexander but, at that moment in time, she was finally feeling.

She moaned out as Cam continued his gentle movement, softly licking her. “Faster, Cam. Please.”

He looked up and met her eyes as his tongue moved at a quicker pace over her clit, picking up speed with his fingers. “You like that, Libby?” he asked before returning his mouth to her sex, slipping another finger inside of her.

All of a sudden, it became too much for her to handle. Her body began to tighten around Cam’s fingers. She was torn at that moment. She wanted her release, but she didn’t want to not feel anymore.

He felt her clench around him. She was almost there. He knew it. She was feeling it and that’s all he wanted. “Come on, Libby. Feel it.” He thrust his fingers even faster inside her, sucking on her clit.

She screamed out in pleasure as she came apart underneath his tongue, the waves of gratification overtaking her entire core, her vision blurry from the intense sensation. When the last of the aftershocks subsided, she reached down and grabbed Cam’s face, bringing it to hers. She kissed him deeply, tasting her juices on his lips.

“Cam,” she said quietly. “I need you inside me.” She pressed her lips on his, running her hands down his back, savoring the feeling of his muscles through his shirt.

He groaned before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a foil packet. He quickly lowered his pants and removed his shirt, his eyes locked on Olivia’s. “Are you sure, Libby?” he asked when he returned to the couch, staring down at her beautiful naked body.

She nodded fervently, reaching up for his arm and pulling his body down on top of hers. “I need it, Cam. Please.”

He leaned back and quickly tore open the condom packet, sliding it on. Propping himself on one arm and positioning himself at Olivia’s opening, he leaned down and kissed her gently. “I’ve been waiting for this since I first set eyes on you, Libby,” he breathed against her lips as he slowly slid into her, filling her with his arousal. He didn’t fill her like Alexander did, but it was still an incredible sensation.

“You okay?” Cam asked as he steadily moved back and forth inside of her, stretching her to match his size.

Olivia nodded her head. “Yes, Cam. Don’t stop,” she begged as he picked up his pace. She began thrusting with him, meeting the tempo he set, desperate to find her release again, but she had a feeling it wasn’t going to happen. The electricity wasn’t there. Not like it was with Alexander.

“You feel that, Libby?” he grunted as his pace quickened.

“Yes, Cam. Yes,” she exclaimed loudly.

“God, you feel amazing,” he said against her neck, gently tracing lines up to her earlobe. “Libby, what are you doing to me?” He looked down at the woman lying naked below him, moving with his rhythm.