Page 44 of Merrily Mine
“I’m Emily Sullivan.” She swirled the drink in her glass, giving me an appraising look, letting them linger on my pants for a beat longer than should have been acceptable. My dick practically leapt in my pants at the attention, twitching at the thought of her interest. "You know what they say about a cowboy with a large belt buckle…”
I grinned as I tried to calm my cock down. I let my fingers trail up her bare thigh. Two could play this game. “You know what they say. Save a horse…” I winked. “Ride a cowboy.”
She laughed, and God, when was the last time I’d let loose like this? When was the last time I’d felt so light andhappy?My dad was right. And it was all because of Emily. Because over the last two weeks, she’d changed me for the better. She’d shown me what life could be like if I opened up my heart again.
And goddamn, did I love her. Fast? Maybe.
But I knew she was my forever girl. And if I didn’t think it was too soon, I’d get down on one knee right here, right now, and ask her to be my bride. To marry me. To be my wife and the mother of my children. Because I wanted all of that with her. A life—a family.
She leaned in real close, standing on her tiptoes to press her lips against my ear. “You can ride me all night, cowboy.”
“Is that a promise?” I wrapped my hands around her waist.
Emily hummed in response, tilting up her face towards mine. Her lips looked so soft—pretty pink pillows that begged to be kissed. I wanted to kiss her all over—her mouth, her tits, between her thighs. Maybe later, if she let me, I’d spend the night worshiping her there, burying my tongue inside her cunt.
I shook my head. I was getting ahead of myself.
A slow song came on, and Emily’s eyes fluttered shut, a radiant smile spreading over her face. There was a live bandtonight, playing popular country songs.Mostly love songs, but I wasn’t complaining. They all felt a little too accurate right now. Because my feelings were bursting through me, not caring if it was too soon or that we’d barely been together.
“Oh, I love this song,” she murmured, softly signing the lyrics toyou look like you love me.
I stuck my hand out for her, setting my drink down on the bar. “Emily, would you care to dance?”
Her eyes sparkled as she looked up at me, sliding her palm into mine. “Thought you’d never ask, Mason.”
I held her hand as we wandered out onto the dance floor, her hand sliding onto my shoulder as I wrapped mine around her waist, keeping her pressed tight against me. We kept our other hands interlaced as we swayed to the music, content to just hold each other.
“You were right,” she finally murmured after the first song had bled into the second and we hadn’t moved.
I held up my arm to spin her, and her cheeks were flushed with excitement as I pulled her back into my arms. “About what?” I asked, dropping my lips to her ear.
“Our do-over. This is nice.”
“Mmm.” I pressed my forehead against hers. “It’s still missin’ something, though.”
She looked up at me through her eyelashes. “What?”
“Told you I regretted not kissin’ you that night. I’m not gonna make that mistake again.” I cupped her cheek, lowering my lips till they brushed over hers. “So tell me, cowgirl.”
Emily’s tongue darted out, moistening her lower lip. “Tell you what?”
“Tell me you want to be kissed.”
She smiled. “Will you kiss me, cowboy?”
“I thought you’d never ask.” I lowered my lips to hers, pressing a soft kiss on her lips. In this moment, I didn’tnotice any of the other couples around us on the dance floor. Everything else went quiet, and it was just her and I. She opened for me, and I slid my tongue against hers, savoring the sweet and sour taste of her drink on her tongue.
She smiled up at me as we pulled apart, and my heart skipped a beat in my chest. God, she was beautiful. This gorgeous, amazing woman was all mine. And I’d do whatever it took to keep her. The last week had shown me exactly how good we could be together, and there was no way I was giving up on that.
I dipped my head against her ear as I spun her. “I’m just a cowboy looking for the right cowgirl, and I think I’ve found her.” I let my hand drift down to her ass.
She blushed. “Mason…”
“Mhm?”
Emily reached up, pressing her fingers against my jaw, rubbing at my stubble. “Take me home.”
I didn’t even need to hesitate. “With pleasure.”
