Page 47 of Rockstar's Accidental Marriage

She finally stills, and I watch her face as she slowly opens her eyes. When she finds me staring, she gives me a soft, womanly smile. It sends a sexual jolt right to my cock that jerks in response and hardens even more.

Slowly, I rise over her prone body, settling between her spread legs. My cock is hard and throbbing, waiting for its turn. My eyes lock on hers, and neither of us looks away as I slowly enter her welcoming warmth. When I’m in full throttle, I pause just to enjoy the sensation of being home in more ways than one.

I grin as I feel Emily’s legs shift impatiently, her eyes begging me to move.

“What do you want, Emily?” I softly demand, taunting her.

Her eyes deepen as she looks up at me. “You, Sam.”

That’s all I need to hear as I pull out and then plunge in again. Slowly, I increase the rhythm of my thrusts until our harsh breaths fill the air around us.

My face feels tight because it’s taking all my control to hold back as I wait for her.

“Sam, I… Sam!” Emily says with a shout.

“Em!” I groan just as loudly as her as I finally let go—Emptying myself into her. I roll to the side once I can finally think again.

We sprawl there lazily under the sky while our breathing returns to normal—neither one of us is in any hurry to move.

“Come on, we’ll wash off in the water,” I murmur as I stand, reaching down to assist Emily up. Leaning softly against me, we slowly waded back into the cool water.

Not able to help myself, I pull her pliant body against mine and kiss her again. When I see Emily give a shiver a few minutes later, I murmur regretfully, “We’d better dry off and head back to the house.”

Handing her a towel, we take turns drying each other in the bright sunshine. Emily is quiet, but there’s a slight smile on her lips.

Folding a towel around her, mostly dry skin, I ask, “You okay?” My voice low and husky.

She smiles, her eyes soft. “Yes, I was just thinking… daydreaming,” she says, her voice wistful.

“About what?” I ask her just as softly.

“I was wondering what it would be like to bring our child here someday,” she answers.

Grinning, I kneel down in front of her and place my lips against her abdomen. “You hear that, baby? Your mama likes skinny dipping.”

Emily softly chuckles as she looks down at me. “Yeah. I guess I do.” Her hands run gently through my hair.

“Your dad has red hair, and when the sun hits your hair, it has a reddish tint to it,” she says softly, fingering the wet strands. “Do you think our baby will have red hair?”

“Damn, I hope not,” I say as I bark out a laugh. “Well, I guess it would be okay if it’s a girl. They used to call me ‘Red’ when I was in grade school, but my hair is darker now,” I admit with a shrug.

As we dress, we only have to stop a few times to share a soft kiss or give the other a gentle caress.

Once we have everything back in the buggy and climb in, the sun is lower in the sky, casting a golden glow over everything.

“You’re right,” she says, wrapping herself in a blanket. “That was fun.”

“Yes, it was; very,” I reply with a sexy grin, sitting beside her and running a hand through my damp hair.

Emily leans against me, her head resting on my shoulder, and my arm automatically pulls her snuggly against my side. And for a moment, everything feels perfect—and right.

“Thank you for bringing me here, Sam," she says softly. "I don't just mean what happened back there. I mean experiencing allthis—meeting your dad, seeing the farm, your home. It helps me know you better—the real Sam Ryder.”

“Anytime,” I reply, my arm slipping around her.

And I mean it.

Fifteen

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