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He made a low humming noise and shook his head. “What a shame.” He moved his hands, placing them at her waist as he backed her up until she hit the wall. “Is the rest of you off limits as well?”
When she shook her head no, he kissed her again, his tongue inside her mouth doing crazy things to her pulse. Aaron grabbed her skirts and pulled them up as she fumbled with the buttons on his pants and smiled when she reached inside the material and grabbed him, his hiss of pleasure loud in her ear.
The rustle of fabric was the only sound in the house other than their harsh breaths until Aaron grabbed the back of her legsand lifted her, bracing her weight on the wall behind her. She still held his cock and gave it a few slow strokes before guiding him where she wanted him and the excruciating slowness in which he slid inside of her was the most pleasurable torture she’d ever endured.
When he was as far in as he could go, he met her gaze and said, “I love you.”
She’d waited her entire life to hear him say those words to her. She wrapped her legs around his hips, her arms around his neck and leaned in, her mouth inches from his own. “And I love you.”
In all the times they’d been together before, she couldn’t really remember him looking at her like he was now. Aaron pulled back slightly, then plunged back in, slowly at first before his thrusts became harder, quicker, and not once did he look away. Staring him in the eye like this made the tingles racing through her limbs more intense, the desire to reach that euphoric end all the more urgent.
Betsey clamped her legs around him tighter and moved her hips best she could, riding him as he drove her into the wall, heat crawling through her belly as her womb clenched.
Aaron loved her with a single-minded focus she’d not felt in him before. When he wasn’t kissing her, he was looking at her, everything he felt reflected back at her and as many doubts as she’d had a year ago about his intentions where she was concerned, she knew now every word he said was nothing but the truth. She could see it in his eyes, feel it in every hard thrust into her body, hear it in the sounds he made and whispered across her lips.
Her release came so quick she screamed, her head thumping back against the wall as her body convulsed. Aaron latched his mouth to her own, swallowing her screams before his rhythm became erratic, his own yells filling her mouth as he pulsed inside of her.
When they stilled, both of them breathing each other’s air, every single nerve ending felt raw. Her skin felt sensitized, her limbs tingling. When Aaron finally pulled away Betsey could see the front of his shirt was wet, two splotches spaced on either side of his chest. She gasped and raised both hands, cupping her leaking breasts. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know they’d—“
He kissed her before she could finish the sentence and didn’t pull back until she’d gone slack against the wall. “It’s fine. No harm done.”
She sighed. “Maybe we should have waited.”
“For what?”
“For—“ She shook her head. “I don’t know. I didn’t know I’d release when I—well, you know. Luckily Samuel had just fed. I can only imagine the mess if he hadn’t.”
Aaron gave her a brief kiss. “I hope to be making a mess with you for years to come.”
She met his gaze, her heart suddenly pounding again. “Is that right?”
“Yes.” He smiled, staring at her for long moments as if contemplating something, then finally said, “This isn’t exactly how I’d imagined all this to play out. In my mind, we’d be on that stretch of land I bought, a picnic basket nearby and some romantic words Sophie Ann wrote and told me to say had been spouted like some lovesick fool right before laying you there in the tall grasses and flowers and having my way with you under the bright blue Montana sky.” He closed the front of her dress, pushed her hair away from her face and brushed a finger across her lips. “And when you were sated and I could see the same look I see in your eyes now, I’d ask you to marry me and not let you move a muscle until you said yes.” He kissed her again, slow and soft, his warm breath teasing her lips. “I guess in a perfect world, things always turn out the way we want them but real life is never easy so plans are always changing.” He pulled back enough to look at her. “Will you marry me, Betsey?”
The half laugh, half sob to spill from her mouth was followed by a, “yes, I’ll marry you,” and a kiss that took both of their breaths away. She could have kissed him until the sun rose and probably would have had Samuel not woken, his loud bellowing cry filling the house. Aaron pulled away from her, letting go of her legs as her feet touched the floor. He fixed his pants as she reached for the front of her dress and began to button it up.
He kissed her on the forehead and went into the other room, coming back out with a now quiet Samuel. When she’d righted her clothes, she stared at them both, happier than she’d ever been in her entire life.
She heard a horse outside and hurried across the room. “That’s probably Ben. Let me get you one of his dry shirts to wear.” It was as she was rummaging around in Ben’s dresser drawers that it hit her and she stopped and closed her eyes on the tears trying to form. Aaron Hilam was now her fiancé. The biggest dream she’d had growing up had just come true and she wasn’t sure how she’d hold in the happy scream ready to fly. She was getting married. The man she’d loved for as long as she could remember loved her back and wanted her to be his wife, just as she’d always wanted.
Betsey shut the dresser drawer and smiled as she started across the room and realized her dead momma had been right after all. Sometimes, dreams really did come true and she wasn’t going to let anything get in the way of her happy ending.
Chapter Seventeen
What Betsey thought wasBen coming home turned out to be her imagination. Not that she was going to complain about her brother not coming home yet. For the first time, she got to experience what it would be like as Mrs. Aaron Hilam. She’d cooked them a simple meal and they’d talked while eating, him telling her of Noah’s offer for a tract of land, with promises of coming by on Sunday with the buckboard to take her out there and let her pick where she wanted a house put. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been so excited about anything. Even Harrison McBride’s offer to make her rich and famous hadn’t excited her as much as knowing she’d spend the rest of her life with Aaron.
She’d cleaned up the supper dishes while listening to Aaron play with Samuel and was only a little jealous when he’d pulled the very first laugh from their son. That laughing baby happiness was short-lived, though, especially when Samuel saw her and instantly started crying.
Aaron threw her a mock-glare. “You’ve got him spoiled rotten.”
Betsey laughed as she took him from Aaron, Samuel rootingaround on her chest the moment she pulled him close. “Only when he’s hungry. Any other time, he’s perfectly content to sit with whoever has him.”
They sat in the main room, neither saying a word as Samuel nursed, both just content to watch him. When he’d fallen asleep, Betsey glanced at the clock. “Looks as if Ben’s run off to town with those cowboys over at the Avery ranch instead of coming home. He’ll be complaining of a headache come morning and grumbling about going to the saloon again.”
She stood and headed for the bedroom and changed Samuel, careful not to wake him, and placed him in his cradle. Aaron was in the bedroom doorway when she turned around. Seeing him there made her wish they could run to town and see if that circuit preacher that liked to hang around the hotel was there.
“What are you thinking?”
She blushed and turned to the bed, pulling the cover back, then fluffing the pillows. “Lots of things.”
