Forget Me Not, My Scottish Love by Allie Palomino
Chapter Sixteen
She awoke and stretched like a cat. He watched her all the while until her beautiful eyes focused on him.
“How long have you been awake?” Her voice was husky from sleep. Her lips stretched as she waited for him to answer.
He caressed her cheek. “Seems as if ‘twas only a moment, as time stills whenever I look at ye.”
He stared intently into her eyes and dipped his head down for a kiss. She returned it with fervor. He pulled back slowly. Her eyes were downcast, and her cheeks were a pretty pink.
Cameron smiled.
“What has ye so bashful, my beauty?”
She stole a quick glance up and then looked away.
“How do ye know that I am?”
“Because, refreshingly, ye lack coyness, my sweet. Yer face is as pure as yer soul.”
Her smile made his heart catch.
“You say the loveliest words, Cameron.”
His cheeks dimpled. “So, then, answer me. What has ye blushing?”
“Well, I forgot part of my dream last night,” she said, a smile peeking through her lips.
“Ye have my attention.” His tone was light and teasing.
“When we made love-”
“Which time?”
“Huh?” she looked up at him puzzled. She looked so endearing.
“Ye said we made love three times in the dream, and I’m wondering which time ye’re referring to now,” he asked, laughing as the pink in her cheeks deepened.
“The first time,” she mumbled. She looked up suddenly. “You’re attempting to embarrass me further, are you nay?” she asked smiling.
“The rose color of your cheeks compliments ye,” he said teasingly. “So tell me more about this portion of the dream.”
“Well, I grabbed your hair like this and tugged back. Then I pushed your shoulders back and that had come to mean, between us, that I wanted you on your back.”
“Mmm, interesting,” he said, grinning down at her.
They practiced the maneuver. Now he was on his back and she loomed over him.
“Instead of describing what I did, let me do it,” she said, grinning sexily at him.
“I’m all yers, sweetness,” he said tightly, getting hard at the thought of her experiment.
Abby kissed his neck and moved lower to bite his nipple. He inhaled sharply. She kissed his flat, taught stomach and his stomach muscles tightened.
I could wash my dresses on his stomach.
Much to his shock and satisfaction, she still went lower. Her glorious hair spread out on his abdomen.
His surprise at her action matched the intensity of the feeling as she took him into her mouth and suckled him. His hips involuntarily moved upward.
He let out a loud, purely male guttural groan. His hands fisted in barely controlled restraint.
“Abby…”
She licked him and sucked him. He looked down at her and saw her looking up at him. It was so sensual, he almost spilled his seed in her mouth. He was lost in sensation. Mindless with need, he took her and sat her on his stomach.
“Relax, sweetness. Trust me,” he said when he saw her doubtful look.
He lifted her and plunged himself inside her. Her back arched and she threw her head backward. The pleasure rocked her to the core. Her hair floated about her as she looked down at him. She clawed at his chest.
“Cameron!”
“Move yer hips, love. That’s it. Yes.”
She kept moving her hips, grinding on him. His hands reached up and squeezed her breasts. Her moan of pleasure was loud.
“Cameron, I need it.”
“Ride harder, Abby. Yes! That’s it,” he said through clenched teeth.
She clawed more at his chest and he squeezed her breasts. She ground her hips hard on him, speeding up her pace.
“Cameron!” She bounced faster. She was panting, trying to catch up to the lights behind her eyes.
The lovers exploded in a mind shattering orgasm. He let out a roar and she a strangled cry. She kept moving her hips until her convulsions stopped, then leaned down to place her head on his chest.
“That was incredible.” She was panting.
“Aye,” he said, breathing harshly. “That it was.” He had difficulty speaking after having experienced that ecstasy.
Abby lay down on his chest and he held her, passing his hand down the sexy slope of her back.
“I love ye.”.
“Mmm, Cameron, I love you,” she said, kissing his cheek and then resting her head on his chest again.
And they fell asleep.
Meanwhile, the family downstairs knew better than to wait for the laird and his lady to come down and eat.
A lustful roar had just resounded throughout the castle.
Aye, they knew better than to wait for them.