The tears finally fall from her eyes and she presses her lips to mine for a quick kiss.
“Thank you. I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I’m very glad that I met you,” she says.
“No baby, I’m glad that I met you. Now let me show you how much those scars don’t mean anything to me,” I say before I kiss her.
Camilla clings to me and kisses me back.
This time when my arms come around her body, she doesn’t freeze. She was just worried that I wouldn’t want her anymore if I saw her scars, but that’s far from the truth.
I move my lips down her neck and she moves one hand to my hair and the other to my back as she lets out a low moan when her hips grind down on my cock.
My cock has been hard since she came downstairs in that sexy as fuck outfit, so I know that she can feel me beneath her.
Slowly, I kiss down her chest and pay special attention to each scar before I move to her nipples.
I catch her eyes as I slowly remove her bra. I need to see if I’m moving too fast for her because I don’t want to rush her.
She looks at me with heated eyes and nods her head.
I unclasp her bra and immediately bring my mouth down to her nipples.
She gasps when I flick my tongue over one and I can’t wait to hear more sounds come from her.
“I’m going to make you feel good, baby,” I rasp out as she grinds down on me again.
I flick my tongue on the other nipple before sucking it into my mouth, loving the moan that leaves her lips.
My hands go down to her hips as I help her grind down onto me with my mouth never leaving her.
Her hips stutter a couple times. I know that if she wasn’t wearing jeans right now, I would be able to feel how wet she was.
One day when we are in a bed in the privacy of my own home, I will get to feel that. Not here or now. This is going to be all about her.
She moves and grabs my hair to pull me back to her mouth in a hard kiss.
Soon her grinding becomes frantic so I know she is close.
I move one hand to her nipple and pinch lightly.
It seems to be all she needs because she lets out a moan with my name and she digs her nails into my back. I almost curse at the fact I’m wearing a shirt because I know she would be easily marking me. That would be something I would be proud to wear.
She sags against me and her breath is laboured. She doesn’t say anything for a few minutes.
I watch as a blush comes over her body. I can’t help but smile at the fact.
When her hand comes around to my front, I stop her.
Camilla pulls back and looks at me in confusion.
“B-but?”
I shake my head. “No baby, this was all about you,” I tell her and lightly kiss her lips.
She smiles at me and whispers, “Okay.”
That one word settles something inside of her, and I wrap my arms tighter around her as I hold her for a few more minutes.
I didn’t think that I would feel this happy or free again.
Camilla gave me that.
Only her.
Chapter Nineteen
Camilla
I wake up the next morning with a smile on my face. Honestly, I haven’t stopped smiling. Tyson and I stayed out until it got dark, and then he reluctantly dropped me off. I could tell that he didn’t want the night to end either, but there was no rush for whatever was going on between us.
My brother sits up when he sees that I’m awake and gives me a knowing look.
“Date went well I take it?” he says with a smirk.
I throw my pillow at him and he laughs.
“It was perfect.”
He nods his head. “That’s good, I won’t have to kick his ass then.”
I roll my eyes at him. “I’m sure that you could have tried,” I say as he looks at me in an offended manner.
“You don’t think that I could have kicked his ass?” he asks in surprise.
I give him a look that shows him how much I don’t believe that he could do that.
“Sister, you wound me,” he says and I laugh.
“I’m not sure that there is anyone here that you would be able to take on,” I say thoughtfully.
“I could kick everyone’s ass here and not break a sweat,” he says, and I can’t help but burst into laughter.
“Okay, you are… very…strong,” I say between laughs.
“Damn ungrateful sisters,” he says with a wink as he leaves the room, so I know he’s not mad. His ego might be bruised a bit but, let’s face it, my brother can take being brought down a peg or two.
I change and head downstairs after him. He’s already in the kitchen making me a coffee.
Derek and Lily are there. When they see me, they have knowing smiles on their faces.
“Well now I know I don’t have to have words with my son,” Lily says and I laugh.
“Yeah, I was afraid I would have to kick his ass,” my brother says.
Lily turns away but I can see her shoulders shaking.
I see Derek’s lips twitch. “I’m sure you would have tried.”
My brother puts on a look of mock hurt and I can’t help
