Home For a Cowboy Christmas(30)

She didn’t get to finish her sentence as Dwight reached over and cupped her face in his hands before pressing his lips to hers. After a heartbeat, he leaned his forehead against hers as they breathed deeply.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” he confessed.

A laugh bubbled up within her. “It doesn’t matter. Kiss me again.”

Dwight scooted closer. Emmy went to grab him and forgot all about the hot chocolate she held, which ended up spilling on the blankets. Neither cared as they gave in to the passion each felt.

After a few kisses, they were both breathless when he pulled back and met her gaze. “Are you sure?” he asked.

“I’ve never been surer of anything. Knowing these could be my last weeks makes everything crystal-clear.”

Dwight let out a shrill whistle as Emmy gathered up the top of the thermos and screwed it back on. It wasn’t long before Sam came bounding through the snow toward them, his tongue lolling. He jumped into the sleigh without fuss, and Dwight turned the horse around and headed home.

“Hope you don’t mind, but I’m cutting the ride short,” he told her with a grin.

She laughed. “I was hoping you’d do just that.”

When they reached the barn, she helped him get the horse unhitched and brushed down. While he put the sleigh away, she rushed to the house, tore off her winter gear, and put the blankets in the washer to get the chocolate stains out. As she came out of the laundry room, Dwight stood in her path.

They stared at each other for a long moment before Dwight walked to her and took her hand, spinning her to follow him to the master. Once there, he faced her and gently tucked her hair behind her ear.

“You’re the most beautiful being I’ve ever laid eyes on,” he told her.

Tears pricked her eyes because she saw the truth of his words on his face, heard it in his voice. It had been a comment casually given, but one born of sincerity. Emmy placed a hand on his chest as she moved closer. She wanted this more than she had ever wanted anything before. It didn’t just feel right, it felt as if it were meant to happen.

As if they were destined to be together.

She closed her eyes as his fingers slowly traced her jawline, moving down her neck and around to cup the back of her head.

“Look at me,” he demanded.

Her lids fluttered open to find his blue eyes blazing with desire. Her heart skipped a beat at the sight of it. Her mouth went dry. She needed his kiss, and she wasn’t going to wait for him to give it. Emmy lifted her face and pressed her lips to his.

A low moan tore from his throat as he wrapped his free arm around her, holding her tightly. She wound her arms around his neck and sighed. They exchanged long, lingering kisses full of yearning and need before he tilted his head and slipped his tongue inside her mouth.

Then it was her turn to moan. He tasted so good. And his kisses left her breathless, wanting more. So much more. Her fingers sank into the long hairs at the back of his neck. But it wasn’t enough. She needed to feel all of him, had to see all of him.

Emmy began unbuttoning Dwight’s shirt. He didn’t stop kissing her as he jerked his arms free of the garment and tossed it aside. She slipped her hands under his thermal and met warm skin. She pushed her hands upward, moving his clothing until he had no choice but to tear his lips from hers until the shirt was gone.

He tried to kiss her again, but Emmy stopped him. Only because she wanted a good look at his upper body. Corded muscles covered every inch of him from his broad shoulders and thick chest that narrowed to a slim waist. His arms were defined with muscles, proving that he worked hard—and it wasn’t with weights.

She flattened her hands on his chest and marveled at the man before her. Her fingers slid through curly, dark hair sprinkled across his chest.

Finally, she looked up at him. “Wow.”

He gave her a crooked smile and murmured, “My turn.”

Excitement pooled in her belly as he reached for her sweater and tugged it over her head. Emmy absently discarded the garment and already had her thermal shirt in hand when he grabbed it. With both tops gone, she stood before him in a pale pink bra.

Dwight blinked, staring at her breasts for a moment with his hands not quite touching her. The look of awe he wore left her speechless. She was the one who reached around and unhooked the garment to let the straps fall down her arms before tossing it away to join her other clothes.

“Damn,” he whispered and cupped her breasts while running his thumbs over her already hard nipples.

She pulled his head down for another kiss. Their tongues tangled as he massaged her breasts and teased her nipples until she could barely remain standing. His hands moved to the waistband of her pants and opened her jeans. She liked how he thought and quickly followed suit with his.

Together, they yanked down each other’s pants as well as their own until they were both free. Dwight pressed her against the wall and dropped to his knees. She watched, excitement building, as he hooked his fingers into her pale pink panties and slowly pulled them down her legs. Then he lifted one of her thighs and hooked her knee over his shoulder, gently licking her sex.

Emmy gasped with pleasure and flattened her hands against the wall, hoping to find something to keep her standing. All thought left her when his tongue swirled around her clit, sending her spiraling into a chasm of unending pleasure.