Page 53 of Merrily Mine
Her stomach rumbled, and I furrowed my eyebrows. I hadn’t even thought of what I was going to feed her yet. But clearly, that was a problem I needed to fix, and quickly.
“What are you feeling for dinner tonight?” I asked her, leaning against the doorframe as I watched her put away a pair of dusty blue suede cowboy boots.
“Mmm.” She bit her lip as she closed the closet. “What about breakfast? I’ve been dreaming about those pancakes you made on Christmas morning like every day since.”
I laughed. “Sure, baby. I can do breakfast.”
She stood up, wrapping her arms around my neck. “How did I get so lucky to find you? A hot cowboy who caters to my every whim?”
“I was thinkin’ the same thing, darlin’.” I smirked. “You’re too damn good for me.” I leaned down, pressing a kiss on her lips. “Gotta keep my girl satisfied.”
Emily licked her lips. “Satisfied, huh?” She wiggled her eyebrows.
I dipped my lips to her ear. “Insatiable.”
“Only for you,” she confirmed.
I lifted her up into my arms, carrying her into the kitchen and setting her down on the marble countertop before kneeling in front of her. “Guess it’s time for my dinner first, baby.” Sliding my hands up her thighs, I pulled down her panties.
“Mason,” she giggled, but the sound quickly turned into a moan with the first swipe of my tongue. “Oh,Mason.” She was already wet for me, her arousal practically dripping out of her.
I grinned. “That’s the sound I want to hear. Now come for me, darlin’. Give me that sweet release, and then I’ll feed you anything you want.”
And then I went to town on her.Feasted, savoring her taste with each lick, making her scream out my name before I finally made good on my word and cooked her the best damn breakfast she’d ever had.
Her cheeks were flushed when she took the first bite of her chocolate-chip pancakes.
“Good?” I asked, not taking a bite of my own yet.
“The best,” she confirmed, letting out a happy sigh. “Thank you.”
Leaning over, I dropped my head to hers, kissing her lazily and tasting the syrup on her tongue. “Don’t have to thank me, Em. You’ve got me now. All of me. I told you I’m going to keep you satisfied.” I winked, taking a few bites of food before reaching over and wiping a drip of syrup off her lip. “And I keep my promises.”
“I know you do, cowboy.” She climbed into my lap, running her thumb across my jaw. “That’s one of the reasons I fell in love with you.”
She kissed me—the rest of our food forgotten—and I picked her up in my arms, carrying her into the bedroom.
Our bedroom.
Where she’d stay for the rest of our lives, if I had anything to say about it.
“I love you,” I told her as I stripped our clothes off. “So damn much, darlin’. Thank you for choosing me. For loving me. For seeing past the broken shell I used to be. I’m so grateful to call you mine.” I kissed her bare skin.
Her hands slid into my hair, raking softly against my scalp. “I love you too, Mason Elliott. Now, make me yours.” Her eyelashes fluttered as she widened her legs, cradling my hips between her thighs.
And because I’d never been able to say no to this girl—not once in my entire life—I slid inside of her, the feeling ofhomewashing around me, and nothing else mattered.
Nothing but Emily Sullivan and this all-consuming love I felt for her. Nothing but the girl who had changed my entire life for the better in just a few weeks.
Better than any Christmas present I’d ever received.
“You are,” I told her, thrusting inside of her in slow, languid strokes. “You’re mine. All mine. Forever and ever.”
She let her eyes flutter shut as I wrapped her in my arms, planting myself deep inside of her, and then there were no more words.
We didn’t need them.
Not anymore.
