Page 99 of The Runaway and the Rugged
One light eyebrow lifted high.
“Guess I’ll have to be the judge of that, won’t I?”
Fuck, I’ll make sure we test it nice and thorough, show her just how supportive it really is.
With a quick, rough movement, I hooked one arm behind her knees and the other on her back, haulin’ her up in our signature hold. She didn’t flinch, probably so used to me holdin’ her like that by now.
“Never had a woman in there before,” I confessed, although I’m sure she already knew. “I only want one woman in there now, only you.”
My heart suspended in time watching her entire features soften.
“Why me, Garth? Why out of every woman would you choose me?”
It was a fully loaded question, but I was more than ready, more than equipped, to answer that question now.
“Why not you, baby? Why wouldn’t I want you?”
Her eyes dropped, refusing to meet mine.
“Because I’m the woman who nearly married another man in the place you live? Because I’m a freshly twenty-five-year-old woman with nothing to my name? Should I go on?”
The mention of her marrying that asshole had my blood running icy cold, my hands pulling her in tighter as if he’d suddenly materialize out of nowhere and snatch her away.
“I don’t give a damn about who you almost married, you didn’t for a reason and now you’re with me. That’s all that matters. And why would I care that you don’t have anything? What's mine is yours now. If you want the ranch, this house, Grace, it's all yours if you want it.”
“You’d so easily give me everything?” Her voice cracked, thick with emotion.
“Everythin’ and more.”
Through a sheen of tears, a smile broke through.
“What if you decide you don’t want this anymore? Want me?” It was a ridiculous fuckin’ question, almost offended me. But instead I leaned my head against hers, silently telling her all the things I couldn’t put into words for how I felt about her.
“It’s the three of us now, baby. You’re with us, you ain’t leavin’, you ain't goin’ anywhere, I won’t allow it.”
Fresh tears coated her cheeks, and soon, I was walkin’ us in the direction of my bedroom. I was done with this conversation, hearin’ her doubts, seein her cry, I’d finally made it clear that she was mine and she was going to stay that way. Now, more than anything, I just wanted to show her exactly how damned much she belonged to me.
“I love Grace,” she confessed, her words sinking deep into my heart.
“She loves you too, Outlaw.”
And so do I.
The second we stepped foot into my bedroom, Emelia seemed to have one thing on her mind, and it wasn’t inspecting the surroundings. She spent the short walk kissin’ and nippin’ at my neck like I was her own personal snack, leavin’ her own personal mark on me.
Every swipe of her tongue, every graze of her teeth, sent a surge of electricity down to my cock.
“Can you set me down?” she asked softly, with a breathlessness in her tone. Reluctantly, I lowered her down until she was steady on her feet.
It didn’t take long before she swung those arms around my neck, and lifted onto her toes to kiss me. Nothin’ about it was rushed, just purely a slow, sensual heated pace that our mouthscreated together. Then running my tongue along the seam of her lips, I pleaded for entry.
Desperate for more.
When she finally let me in, our tongues tangled together in an all-out war for dominance. I snaked my hand through the hair on the back of her head and drew her in closer, angling her to the side to deepen the kiss.
“Need. You,” she panted, when abruptly she pulled back, and dropped to her knees in front of me. I don’t think I’d ever been so turned on, so fuckin’ tongue-tied, before in my life than I was in this moment. Hands planted firmly onto my thighs, her glazed eyes swept brazenly over the obvious bulge I was sportin’ in my jeans.
“What are you thinkin’ about?” I asked, my voice ragged and thick with lust.
