Home For a Cowboy Christmas(54)

“I’m sorry.”

She grinned, shrugging as she glanced at his chest. “Everyone knows now?”

“They do.”

Emmy backed out of his arms and licked her lips. “It was the right decision. I can’t help but feel uneasy about it.”

“A blizzard’s moving up from Wyoming. No one in their right mind will be out in it. And if they are, then they’re as good as dead. The storm will last through the night, so I sent everyone home.”

“I would’ve, too.”

But he saw the apprehension in the way her lips pursed. “They’ll be back as soon as the storm passes. Like I said, no one will be out in the weather.”

“I’m sure you’re right.”

“I am. How about some dinner?”

She looked him over. “You’re exhausted. I’ll make us some sandwiches.”

“Sounds good,” he said with a grin.

They walked together to the kitchen. When he tried to help her, she directed him to a chair with a stern look, followed by a soft smile. He sat, watching her, all the while wondering how he had gotten through life without her. She had only been with him a short while, but at the same time, it felt as if she had always been there.

Like she fit.

The missing puzzle piece to his soul.

He’d never thought of himself as particularly romantic, but he knew what he felt. He’d known quickly. His love for her had only grown as the days passed. He suddenly rose and walked to her, catching her hands in his.

“What?” she asked with a frown.

Without a word, he pulled her after him to the master bathroom. Once there, he turned on the shower then faced her and began removing her clothes.

She laughed playfully. “I left the food out.”

“I don’t care,” he said, desire pumping through him at an alarming rate.

There must have been something in his eyes because she nodded and quickly started unbuttoning his shirt. In short order, their clothes were gone. Dwight couldn’t wait. He had to taste her. He pulled Emmy into his arms and ravaged her lips.

No matter how much he kissed her, he could never get enough. He ran his hands over her back, holding her tightly and pressing her against his arousal. She moaned into his mouth. Everything Emmy did inflamed his blood and made him crave her even more.

He opened the shower door and maneuvered them into the stall without breaking the kiss. Hot water sprayed around them, soaking them instantly. He spun her so that her back was to the tile. Then he reached down and hooked his hands beneath her thighs, lifting her so her legs straddled his waist.

She tore her mouth from his and gripped his shoulders as her eyes darkened, her desire palpable. Her lips, swollen and wet from his kisses, parted as he slowly entered her. As his cock filled her, she bit her lip seductively. Dwight’s balls tightened at the sight. He couldn’t remember ever wanting someone like this, yearning for them as much as he did Emmy. She had seeped into his life like a mist, blanketing everything with her scent, her special something that he now knew he couldn’t live without.

He began moving his hips. Slowly at first, then gradually increasing in speed. She moved in time with him. Their breathing was erratic, and their moans filled the room. Emmy locked her ankles together and gripped him tighter with her legs. He knew that she was close to climaxing by the way her body grew rigid.

Dwight pumped his hips faster, driving deep inside her. Her nails dug into his shoulders as she stiffened, a cry falling from her lips. He watched the pleasure cross her face, his heart expanding at her beauty. He didn’t stop moving until she grew limp. Her eyes opened as she smiled. But he wasn’t nearly finished with her yet.

He pulled out of her and lowered her feet to the floor. Then he turned her so that her back was to him. She put her hands on the tile in front of her and bent at the waist, pushing her fine ass toward him. Dwight guided himself into her again, pushing deep. He closed his eyes and sighed. She felt so damn good.

She moved against him with every thrust he made. He gripped her hips and slid in and out of her wet heat until he buried himself deep and let out a shout as he orgasmed. Dwight remained inside her until his breathing evened out. When he pulled out, she straightened and turned to him, wrapping her arms around him as she gave him a lingering kiss.

“I love you,” he told her.

She looked up at him and smiled. Her lips parted, but he couldn’t bear to hear her say what she had the last time. He kissed her to silence her. He’d known not to say the words again, but they had tumbled from his lips of their own accord. Now that they had been said—twice—he wasn’t sure he could stop saying them.

He wanted her to know that he would move mountains for her. He wanted her to know that he would do absolutely anything to make her happy and keep her safe.

Dwight ended the kiss and reached for the soap as he lathered a sponge. She raised a brow when he smiled at her. He winked before slowly washing her from head to foot and back up again. He paid particular attention to her breasts and between her legs. When he finished, he moved her beneath the spray of the shower and let her rinse.

He watched as she leaned her head back and wet her hair. While she did, he put some shampoo in his hands and waited for her to look at him. He had never washed anyone else’s hair before. As his fingers slid into her thick tresses, he found the act of massaging her scalp and running his hands through her strands relaxing. Her eyes had closed, showing that she enjoyed it as much as he did. They rinsed her hair together, then repeated everything again with the conditioner.