Page 75 of Beautiful Crazy

He moves in for a tender kiss as the music plays on. With his forehead on mine he murmurs, “I love you, Emily. I fell in love with you a year ago, the very day my father was diagnosed, and I have loved you every day since.”

Our foreheads still touching, my eyes close and I take a long breath, feeling a few warm tears slide down my cheeks. “Why are you telling me this now?”

Huffing out a soft laugh, Emmett lifts my chin with his fingers. “Because we’re at my brother’s wedding and we’re celebrating love. Because sometimes I struggle to hold in my feelings. Because I’m done waiting. I love you and I need you and I don’t ever want to be without you.”

“You won’t ever have to be without me, Emm. I love you too. So very much,” I breathe against him.

Even though the song has ended and moved on to something more upbeat, we’re still standing toward the back of the dancefloor. My face in his hands and my hands on his chest. My heart pulses inside as every inch of me craves him.

“And I want you more than I can describe. I need you, Emmett. Please don’t make me wait any longer.”

Standing among the guests dancing around us, I see his desire flicker to life in his eyes. His breath catches and then his chest heaves as his breathing picks up. Flitting his fingers lightly across my bare back he breathes in a sensual gasp as if I had my hands wrapped around his cock, something I’ve been waiting for, for a long time. Leaning down one last time, he kisses my lips and then squeezes my hand in his.

“I know just the place…that is, if you’re willing to keep an open mind.”

“I don’t care where we go, Emmett. I Just need your hands on my body. Now.”

He tugs my hand. “Come on.”

We make our way toward the back of the barn, which is actually right by the door we came in. Huge silver and white curtains are hung around the perimeter of the room and are covering the barn walls and a few small stalls that used to be tool storage. Emmett looks around to make sure nobody’s watching us and then ducks us behind one of the curtains where we come face to face with a ladder leading up to the hayloft overhead.

My eyes grow when I figure out his intentions.

“Are you serious?”

He smirks and wraps an arm around me, palming my breast from outside my dress. “I’m happy to do this right here, but I promise there’s no chance anyone will see us up there.”

“How do you know that?” The last thing I need is to have Beckham and Hadley pissed at us for having sex not just during their wedding reception but literally at their reception.

“Trust me, Em. Trust me and live a little.” He nods up the ladder and holds on to my hip as I turn and grab a rung, hoisting myself up and making sure not to step on my dress.

Upon reaching the final step up into the loft, Emmett leads me against the wall toward the middle of the room, my nervous excitement growing with every step.

“Where are we going?”

“Just over here,” Emmett replies, leading me to an open space between two flats that look like they used to hold hay. There are even several unswept pieces of hay scattered around the floor but where we stop is next to a small window that looks out over the snow-covered fields of Hadley’s property. There’s a mattress on the floor below that looks like it may have come from a futon. It’s lined along the wall with old pillows but the sheet covering it looks new.

“Did you do this?” I gesture to the soft surface at our feet.

Emmett pulls me in front of him as he stays against the back wall and walks his fingers up my back to the halter clasp at the base of my neck.

“Of course, I did. I snuck up here to have a look around when the guys were here decorating. The sheet is from home. Mom will never miss it.” His hands freeze in place on the clasp of my dress. “Look around Em. Can you see anyone? Can anyone see you?”

I look left and right as well as straight in front of me. From where we are we can hear the party going on below. Music plays loudly through the speakers and guests talk and laugh and dance together, but not one of them can be seen from here.

“No. I can’t see anyone.”

He kisses the base of my neck and then gruffly says into my ear, “Tell me you want this, Em. Tell me you want it…with me, and nobody else.”

“There’s never been anyone I want more than you, Emmett.” I breathe. “Nobody.”

In one swift movement, Emmett unclasps my dress and watches as it falls to the floor, leaving me standing before him in thigh high stockings with a lace garter, a white satin thong, and my silver heels.

“Sweet…mother…fuck…look at you, Emily.”

From behind me he takes my breasts in his hands and I roll my head back against his shoulder at the pleasure of it. “I’ve waited a long time to see what you look like au natural, but this…” He inhales a sharp breath. “This is next level sexy, and I am a fucking lucky man.”

Emmett turns us both until I’m standing against the wall, the open fields in view out the window in front of me. A wave of nervous energy washes over me at the thought of someone seeing us from outside, but there is not a person for as far as my eyes can see.

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