Emmy’s gasp of delight is followed by the rustling of straw before she laughs, clapping her hands with delight. “You’re right. Aww, he’s so precious!”
I exchange a quick look with Sully before we slip from the stable, a broad smile on my face. And as we slowly walk back to the house, Sully sends me a grin.
“Who knew Emerson Hart would be the one to make it behind those sky-high walls of your downright cantankerous sister before either of us!”
Having returned to the house alone, Emmy didn’t mention anything about what passed between her and Fallon in the stable. Neither me nor Sully made a mention either, content enough in the knowledge that inroads were being made.
“Same time tomorrow, okay, you two?”
Momma’s voice is gentle but brooks no argument as I slip into the driver’s seat of my brand-new truck. Emmy slides in beside me, grinning broadly as she answers. “You’re stuck with us now, Abi.”
As a smile spreads across her face, Momma nods enthusiastically. “Makes my heart happy to hear it.” She leans over, slapping her palm off the hood of the truck as she sobers. “Now, safe home. Text me when you get there. Feels like rain.”
I nod fondly as I put the truck in drive and make our way off Whispering Willows property out onto the main road that leads to Circle H. Emmy is quiet, eyes fixed on the gathering clouds in the dusky late evening sky.
The silence between us is comfortable, and I reach for her hand as I take the turn onto the dirt track between Whispering Willows and Circle H that will bring us to the cabin, when suddenly the heavens open. A torrential rain pours down onto the window of the truck, making visibility almost zero, and I’m glad when the cabin finally comes into view, putting the truck into park just outside the door.
Emmy’s eyes are laughing when I turn to face her. “How your mom knew it was going to rain is beyond me.”
I chuckle as I shrug. “I swear, she’s psychic sometimes. Let’s just wait it out, baby. Shouldn’t be more’n a couple of minutes.”
As she peers out the window, the rain eases slightly, even as thunder rumbles in the distance, and Emmy turns to me with a grin.
“After the heat of today, it would be blasphemous to ignore the gift we’ve just been given.”
And with that, she ducks out of the truck with a peal of laughter, leaving me to watch as she extends her arms and spins in circles. Within seconds, her clothes are drenched through, but still, she spins, her lips spread in a blissed-out smile.
Every single time I look at Emerson, I’m convinced I’ve never seen a more beautiful sight in all my life, and this time is no exception. It’s as though she’s lit up from within, and every part of her calls to me, beckoning me closer, desperate to be near her.
“Fuck it.”
I’m out of the cab and by her side in half a heartbeat, and when I pull her against my body, her gaze clashes with mine before I close the gap to seal my mouth over hers, suddenly seized by the need to sink into her sweet body. To lose myself inside of her.
CHAPTER 40
EMERSON
When Ford thrustshis tongue past my lips, my entire body vibrates into awareness. Each raindrop on my skin adds to the sensations his kiss stokes to life within me, and I wrap my arms around him, holding him against me with an almost desperate need.
He tears his lips from mine, his eyes piercing as he looks down at me. There’s a ferocity in his gaze that I feel in my stomach as butterflies swirl and take flight within.
“Make love to me. Now.” I press a chaste kiss to his mouth as I palm his cheeks and whisper breathily. “Always.”
His eyes darken before he hoists me over his shoulder, and as I squeal, he strides toward the cabin, a chuckle rumbling deep inside his chest.
We barely make it inside the door before he drops me to my feet and knocks the breath from my lungs as he takes my mouth in a savage kiss. His hands fist the soaked material of my button-up blue dress, and I gasp against his lips when he rips the fabric apart.
“I’ll buy you a hundred more,” he murmurs into another kiss before his tongue laps at mine again, driving me into a frenzy. I move back to step out of my ruined dress, but Ford drops tohis knees, gently sliding the wet material down my legs and then slipping my sandals off my feet.
Then he presses sweet kisses to my abdomen as his finger teases the edge of my panties, dipping inside tauntingly. I thread my fingers through his rain-slicked locks, rolling my hips with each pass of his touch until I’m desperate for more.
“Please.”
He looks up at me with a shit-eating grin, water trailing from his hair, down along his handsome face. “Please what, baby?”
I tug my bottom lip between my teeth as my cheeks heat, and he chuckles, pressing a hard kiss to my panty-covered clit that makes me gasp. “Oh, please, eat my pussy.”
My breathing comes in short rasps as his eyes fill with raw desire when he licks his lips. “You wanna come on my tongue, Tink?”
