Forget Me Not, My Scottish Love by Allie Palomino
Chapter Twelve
Cameron awoke more rested than he had in a long, long while. He looked down and there his beauty was, sound asleep still. He stroked her glorious blond hair.
She was so stunning.
Cameron didn’t want to leave her; he wanted to spend the day in bed with her. He wanted to spend the day making love to her.
Abby stirred awake when he moved to get off the bed. He turned back and saw that her eyes were slightly open.
“Oh…is it late?” she asked groggily.
Cameron stroked the tresses that fell on her forehead.
“Shh, sleep, sweetness,” he said gently.
“I’m so tired, Cameron.” A yawn interrupted her words. “My eyelids feel heavy,” she said and gave a small giggle.
He smiled.
“Maybe it was because of last night,” he said, his smile growing broader as her eyes opened in confusion. Her eyebrows bunched adorably. Did she remember what they had shared last night or what she had told him?
He knew the exact moment she remembered- her cheeks were red flames.
He laughed.
“What, ye didna like it? Ye gave no complaints last night, Abby,” he said chuckling as the color of her cheeks deepened.
She pulled the quilt over her head.
“I’m glad you find my embarrassment amusing, Cameron,” she said with an angry twinge to her voice. Then she gasped loudly.
“Dear Lord, I am naked!” she said and mumbled something under her breath.
He laughed and pulled the covering down.
“That’s a usual occurrence when ye make love, Abby,” His grin was adorably lopsided.
Her hair was in her face and she quickly shoved it away.
“Don’t mock me, Cameron,” she said, her green eyes like darts, but he saw amusement there.
“I doona want to mock ye, Abby,” he said looking at her bare breasts. “I want to make love to ye.”
She covered herself up. “Don’t look. ‘Tis not proper.”
He grabbed her chin tilting her face up to his. “Everything is proper between a husband and wife,” he said huskily and kissed her rosy lips.
As soon as his lips made love to hers, she dropped the quilt and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. Her moan was soft.
“Are ye sore, Abby?” he asked, his voice thick with need.
“Sore?” she asked, looking puzzled. Looking into his eyes, she found her answer. She winced.
“Ye blush so prettily. Ye’re a thief.” He stared at her intently.
“I have not taken anything of yours.”
“Aye, ye have. Every instance I lay my eyes upon ye, ye take my breath away.” His lips descended down on hers.
Cameron’s need grew almost painful. He had woken up hard and after having felt her softness next to him, his need had visibly grown.
“Ye’re too sore now for me to love ye fully, Abby, but I will give ye fulfillment,” he said looking into her gleaming eyes.
“Fulfillment? How, if not by making love?”
He kissed her lips. She was so special, so rare. He looked at her through new eyes, finding her more beautiful than he ever had before then. He wanted to give her anything and everything she wanted. He did not wish to see her want for anything.
Cameron wanted to be with her forever.
“There are many ways to love, sweetness. Lie back.” She gave him a doubtful look. “Trust me, Abby.”
Her small hands cupped his face. She nudged his nose with hers, starring up at him. “I trust you, Cameron. I always have and always will. Completely.”
Her intensity and earnestness filled him with emotion. Too much emotion. Dear God, she made him feel things he had never felt and had never wanted to feel.
Cameron hardened himself against those foreign feelings. He did not want to be weak or viewed as such.
He gently laid her back. He moved over her and kissed her fiercely, passionately. He trailed kisses down her neck to her breasts and she moaned softly as he suckled.
“Cameron,” she sighed.
He kissed her stomach. She gave a mixture of a soft laugh and moan. Her belly was so soft and lush. He kissed her there, on her belly button, and underneath her breasts. Her hands went straight to his hair. Her moans were loud as she gasped with pleasure.
He was so hard he thought he would erupt.
What if she was taken from him? What would he do without her? She was his sun, his air, and now his life. He could remember how dreary and empty his life had been before she came into it. That night so long ago, even the memory of her filled his empty life throughout the passing years. The time that she’s been here has been the best of his life. What would happen to him once the marriage was annulled?
He felt a surge of frantic possessiveness overwhelm him. The feeling beat through his veins and pulsed through his body.
She was his!
All his.
No one would take her from him.
No one.
He fought the urge to roar his possession of her like a primal animal as he continued to kiss a path down to her core. She gasped, pushing his head away.
“That is private, Cameron. It’s a sin!” she said, looking down at him with pleading eyes.
“It is not a sin. Nothing we do could ever be,” he kissed her mound and she groaned.
“Ye’re mine, Abby. Everything I have is yers and everything ye have is mine.”
“Does that mean you’re mine, Cameron?” He was making her breathless, but he saw a clever light in her eye sparkle when he looked up at her.
“Do ye want me to be yers, Abby?”
He flicked the nub inside her core.
“Yes!” Her hands grabbed fistfuls of his hair.
“Ye doona want to share me?”
He stuck his tongue in her moist channel.
“Never! Cameron, never! You’re mine!” she yelled. She sobbed in pleasure as he licked her. He moved over her, taking her hands and holding them above her head.
“And ye’re mine,” he said fiercely. “Say it, Abigail, say it. Ye’re mine!”
Cameron strained against the possessive fingers clawing within him, overwhelming him. He wanted to claim her again in the most primitive way.
“Yes!” she said in a strangled cry. “Yes, Cameron. I’m yours.” She was panting. “I’m yours,” she breathed.
Their eyes locked and the intensity between them heightened.
“Make love to me, Cameron,” she whispered urgently.
“But ye’re sore.”
The blood was roaring in his head. His control was slipping- his need to possess her was that strong. He wouldn’t hurt her no matter how painfully hard he was, however.
“I don’t care,” she said breathlessly. “Make love to me, Cameron.”
His blood pounded in his skull. The roaring in his ears was deafening. Her nails were scratching another pattern on his shoulders.
He touched her core with his finger and she was wet. He groaned. Cameron heard her labored breathing, which mirrored his own. He positioned himself over her.
She sighed when she felt his length against her.
“Cameron.”
Her voice was sultry and breathless.
Cameron surged within her. Her back arched and both of them groaned from the pleasure. He tenderly touched his forehead to hers, trying to calm his racing pulse. He withdrew, creating the most delicious friction within her tight sheath. She wouldn’t let him move slowly. Her hips lurched upwards to meet his thrusts.
“Ohhh…” she breathed. “Don’t stop, Cameron.”
“Abby,” he breathed. He was consumed by her. Her smell, her voice, her body. He was in another world now, where only he and she existed.
He groaned at the pure pleasure he felt from her tightness squeezing his cock. He kissed her hard on the mouth. It was frenzied. He sucked her tongue and she did the same to him. They were beyond reason. Their primal instincts took over.
Her nails scored his back over and over. He felt her tightening up.
“Cameron!” Her gasp had her breath hitching.
“Yes, Abby, let go. Let go,” he said through clenched teeth as he thrust forward quickly.
Their moans blended until finally both culminated in an explosion of pleasure. Abby wrapped her arms around him lifting her top half off the bed. He pumped her, letting his seed pour into her. He kept thrusting until the throbbing in his manhood eased.
He looked down into her eyes as their breathing evened.
“That was amazing, Cameron. You’re amazing,” she said, and laughed. “The feeling! It’s so wondrous! I believe I may want this daily.”
“You’re becoming a wanton,” he said with a large, satisfied smile.
She looked at him and the smug smile on his face. “You’re making me into one.”
“I’m not complaining.”
He grinned when she yawned. She was tired again from his lovemaking. He brushed back a curly lock from her forehead.
“Sleep, my love,” he said and was surprised at his endearment. He stood up so that he could put on his plaid.
“I love you, Cameron,” she said in her sleep.
He turned back to look at her from the door. His heart clenched at the sight of her beautiful face. He was scared that she echoed his feelings.
Did he love her?
Though that was uncertain, there was one thing that was very certain.
She was finally his, and no one would take her from him.