The Real(61)

My blue eyes were engulfed by the intense green blaze and I swallowed while the sweat dried on my forehead.

“Say it again.”

“Cameron,” I pleaded, terrified by the tone of his voice. “The moment has passed, don’t you think?”

“No,” he argued quickly and shook his head. “Not at all. Say it.”

“Maybe I don’t want to,” I said with a shaky voice. “Clearly, I got the wrong impression.”

“Clearly, you don’t know the lengths I would go to hear you say those words to me again, Abbie. Say them.”

“No,” I said with contempt. “Maybe you think I’m taking our relationship lightly, but I’m not. This isn’t a game for me. I got a little carried away back there, but in no way should you punish me for saying how I felt in that moment.”

“I’m not punishing you.”

“Feels like it,” I said, my pulse pounding in my ears.

“And how do you feel now?”

I crossed my arms in front of me and spoke low. “The same.”

He audibly exhaled. “Then say those words to me.”

I scowled at him. “What kind of head trip are you on?”

“Why can’t you just do it?”

“Because I meant it, okay? And you’re acting a little too . . . you’re scaring me.”

I was shaking, and he could see it. He moved toward me as he spoke and gripped my shoulders.

“You’re scared?”

“Yes,” I whispered.”

“Good, because with you I’m a lot of fucking things. I’m a lot crazy about you, I’m a lot terrified, I’m a lot possessive, and that’s new to me. I’m dangerously in love with you, so much so that I’m going to lose my fucking mind if you don’t tell me again that you feel the same. Because I love you, Abbie. I have since before I confessed I was falling, and I kept it to myself for so long that it’s been agony waiting for you. So please. Say it.”

My lips parted, and the words fell easily.

“I love you. I do, so much,” I said as he closed the space between us and smashed his mouth to mine.

Captive in his hold, he kissed me mercilessly, his tongue flicking over mine in long, languid strokes. His seduction was on the back burner of his emotion-filled kiss. I felt the hesitance in his touch only next to insistence that I believe his earnest heart over the bulge in his pants. Our connection only turned to fire when I pulled away on a breath.

“Please touch me, Cameron. It’s much too late to keep us from getting burned,” I begged as I gripped the back of his head and raked my fingers through the hair there.

“I love you,” he murmured as he trailed a soft kiss down my jaw. “Fuck, I need you.” He lifted my hands above my head and held them there. “I just don’t want to screw this up.”

“You won’t do that by touching me,” I promised as he lifted my sweater over my head before his impatient lips found mine. Mouths fused, I unzipped his slacks while he pulled my leggings down mid-thigh before he turned me to face the counter.

He pressed my head down, flattening my breasts as he pressed himself fully inside me. We both sank a little once connected.

“It’s yours, Cameron. It’s all yours.”

“Fuck yes, it is,” he said as he reached around and pressed a finger to my clit while I hung on the tips of my toes. Impaled, I loved every second of it as he pulled back and pushed in deeper than he’d ever gone.

I felt myself fold then, my body convulsing as he sped up his thrusts, his powerful thighs anchoring me while he pressed in and hit me so deeply I grappled with the stars I saw.

“Yes,” he hissed out aggressively as if he were angry I hadn’t waited for him.

“Please more, please,” I begged as he sank in deep and then pulled back, pressing me down again and pushing in just . . . so. My orgasm shot through me in waves, my legs shaking from his deep penetration.

“Oh my God!” I screamed as my body detonated from the inside out.

“That’s possession, baby. That’s the part that I need to own aside from what beats in your chest. I’m taking the rest,” he whispered before he licked the skin of my back while he feathered his lips across what he left wet.

I was still trembling with my release when he reared back, pressed his finger to my clit, and hit me again. My legs gave out beneath me, and Cameron caught me by the hips while I gripped my counter for leverage.

I couldn’t stop my body’s response. I just kept falling apart with every other strong stroke, and he refused to let up.

“Cameron,” I begged as he slid in precisely, letting me know he knew exactly what he was doing, and his intent to claim me. He’d always known.

“I can’t. I can’t.”

“Come,” he commanded as he swiveled back in, finishing me again. My mind blown, I realized it was his last card to play, and he’d waited to use it because I meant more to him than the act of sex.

And he could’ve so easily used this side of him for leverage. Our sex had always been intimate, hot, incredible, but something about the way he took me that night was primal, animalistic. He’d been an expert at this card and refused to use it to get what he wanted from me, but by playing it, he claimed all of me.