‘Cam,’ I hissed.
‘Hmm?’ he replied, far too casually.
‘Put. That. Thing. Away.’
‘I can’t help it. You’re the one sliding up and down on my lap!’
‘It’s the waves!’ I protested.
‘Is it? I’m not so sure. You seem to be making a habit of it. Is there something you’re trying to tell me, perhaps? Something you want, maybe?’ His gleeful teasing made me want to put him in his place immediately. So I slipped my arm around his neck and then pulled so that his head came all the way down to my shoulder.
‘Maybe there is something I want, Cam,’ I purred. The smile he’d had on his face five seconds ago was now gone. Instead, his mouth dropped open and his eyes glazed over with something that looked like surprise at first, but then quickly morphed into lust.
‘I want it really, really badly, baby, and I want it . . .’ I brought my lips all the way down to his, almost touching them, ‘right now.’
It looked like he was trying to swallow, or else he was just doing something strange with his neck.
‘And I’d say we’re in a pretty good position, don’t you think? The way I see it,honey bunny, I could simply pull this silly little bikini aside and you could just slip into me.’ I raised my eyebrows as I felt him harden beneath me even more, then parted my lips and let out the softest, breathiest moan. ‘No one would ever know.’ I licked my bottom lip and drew it between my teeth.
Cam’s eyes were heavy, dripping with lust . . . until they weren’t any more. Until he looked at me thoughtfully for a moment and that slow smirk came back.
‘Only if you promise to scream my name while I make you come so fucking hard you almost lose consciousness.’
‘What the . . .!’ I inhaled sharply, then coughed as a fleck of saliva went down the wrong way.
Cam patted me on the back. ‘Shame, baby, are you choking on something?’ he asked teasingly.
‘You wish!’ I said, and turned away.
She was absolutely right. I did.
CHAPTER 38
‘Well, that was totally pointless,’ I said, walking into the villa, kicking my shoes off and collapsing onto the bed.
‘I wouldn’t say totally,’ Cam replied.
‘Oh really?’ I raised my head and looked at him. ‘Did I miss the part where Victor talked about the particulars of his diamond smuggling and happened to mention where the Picasso was hanging?’
‘It’s called the long game, Lizzy.’
I flopped my head back down. ‘I don’tdolong games. Usually I’m in and out. I get what I come for and leave. Done.’
‘Well, this one’s different.’
‘You can say that again. Instead of focusing on the actual job, I’ve been stuck on a boat all afternoon pretending to be in love with you while listening to Amber talk about the healing power of dolphin consciousness.’
‘Who knew she was so spiritual?’
‘She asked if I’d tried yoni steaming. I’d had to google what a yoni was, and . . .’ I shook my head. ‘I will not be steaming that, ever.’
I rolled over and planted my face into the pillow. I was exhausted. I could perch in a tree for twenty-four hours without sleep, run kilometres, but this game of pretending was killing me. ‘I honestly don’t think this is working, Cam.’
‘What do you mean?’
‘We’re not going to get information like this. He’s not going to say anything to you, and Amber knows nothing about diamonds, other than that she likes them. We should do this my way.’
‘What’s your way?’
