Free Madness by Allyson Young Page A

look was nearly feral. Olivia’s breath hitched and her sex awoke, preparing for him. Damn it. The previous night’s education had opened up doors to things she hadn’t known existed. But she wasn’t going to consider it an initiation.
    Cameron wasn’t a club, or at least not one she was inclined to belong to.
    “I don’t think you understand, Olivia,” he advised her, “I won’t hear that word from you. It’s not part of our vocabulary.”
    “I used that safe word,” Olivia retorted. “Now go away.”
    “And I told you I would stop and then we would discuss it. So let me in and that’s what we’ll do.”
    Olivia walked away and headed into the bathroom. She turned on the fan and then the water in the sink to mask his voice. He could shout through the crack in the door if he chose and hopefully hotel staff and guests would see him. They could deal with him. He could explain. She slammed the bathroom door and began to wash up. Her nipples and privates were really tender and she whimpered a little, glad that no one could hear her. She had applied light makeup and was in the process of brushing out her hair when the door swung open and Cameron stood in the doorway.
    “What are you doing here? How did you get in?” she nearly screamed at him, reaching for her robe to cover herself as she did so.
    Cameron grabbed her wrists and pulled her to him, tossing the robe back into the bedroom. It was forgotten, and the hairbrush clattered to the floor when his mouth descended upon hers. Olivia fought to keep her wits about her and might have succeeded except Cameron deepened the kiss, forcing his tongue inside her mouth to duel with hers. It felt like her very soul was being taken, and she found herself relaxing into him, allowing him to take her weight. She didn’t resist when he picked her up and cradled her against his chest, never taking his mouth from hers. He carried her into the bedroom and gently laid her on the bed, only then releasing her lips. She felt weak and overwhelmed. Her eyes filled with tears, and she fought 64
     
    against them. It wasn’t fair that he would do this to her, steal her will and make her want things she shouldn’t.
    “It’s okay, honey,” Cameron murmured. “It’s okay. I’ve got you.” He stretched out beside her and stroked her from breast to thigh, and his eyes darkened with desire until he saw her nipples.
    “Oh, Olivia, here…”
    Cameron jumped up and reached for a sack on the dresser. He extricated a tube, twisted the top off, and poked it open with the pointed end. Olivia watched as he squeezed a little of the clear gel out and applied it to first one nipple, then the other. She hissed at the cold and then relaxed as the soreness diminished.
    “I should have had this for you last night, honey. I didn’t think I would push you as far as I did. Except you were ready for it.” Cameron’s face flushed, probably at the memory of her readiness.
    A gentleman wouldn’t remind her of that, damn him. She was used to gentlemen. Andrew had been a gentleman. Cameron had turned her world upside down, and it wasn’t comfortable. Olivia’s temper flared again. He was so darn presumptuous. It was like he really knew what she needed. Except he did. She had totally embraced the sex, the domination. He had known and had given it to her, and now wanted to give her more. But she wasn’t going to let him entice her, ensnare her with pleasure. Because he would break her heart, for now she totally knew what it was she was would lose when he left her again. If she could make him go away, she might find it elsewhere and keep her heart intact. She made to push herself up.
    “Spread your legs.”
    Cameron’s deep voice nearly made her comply. God, she was so weak.
    “No,” she managed to say.
    “Olivia, I want to look at your clit. It must be sore, honey, and I’ll put some gel on it.”
    “Leave the gel and I’ll do it myself,” she replied. “Just leave period, Cameron. How