I looked at her, confused. “Say what?”
She let a small sob escape her as she reached her hand up and placed it on the side of my face. “Tell me that you love me.”
I let out the breath I had been holding as I sat up and pulled her up with me. I pushed her skirt down and brought her onto my lap. When she felt my hard-on, she raised her eyebrows, and a beautiful rosy blush moved across her cheeks.
I pushed a piece of hair back away from her eyes and smiled at her. “I love you, Emma Rose Birk. I’m going to marry you someday, and I’m going to have my wicked way with you anytime I want.”
She moved a little against me, and I moaned.
“Garrett, should I…I mean…would you like me to make you feel good?”
I laughed just a little and shook my head. “Don’t worry about me, Em. I’ll be okay. We better head back before your father comes looking for us.”
Emma stood up and fixed her hair, and then she smoothed down her skirt. I started gathering up all the food and putting the containers back into the basket, but all I could think about was Emma and the way she’d called my name as she had that look in her eyes. I needed to get home and get away from her as fast as possible, or her father would be able to see on my face how much I wanted her.
After I tied the basket onto the back of Jack’s saddle, I turned to see Emma holding the folded quilt. She was biting on her lower lip.
I walked up to her and placed my finger under her chin. “Emma, look at me. Do you regret what just happened?”
Her eyes widened, and she said, “No. My God, no. I’ve been dreaming about that for months. You don’t know how badly I’ve wanted to touch myself to ease the feeling I get in my lower stomach every time I think about you.”
I smiled and tilted my head. “You’ve wanted that, Em?”
She nodded. “I’ve had dreams about you—very descriptive dreams of us…making love. Each time I woke up, I was touching myself, but I quickly stopped because I wanted it to be you. I wanted you to give me my first orgasm. Garrett, I have to be honest with you. I don’t think I can wait until we are married to make love. I want to feel you inside me.”
Jesus…I’ve died and gone to heaven. “Emma, you’re gonna kill me.”
She let out a giggle and held up the quilt. “I want to make love on this quilt for the first time. I made it a few months ago, and the whole time I was making it, I had thoughts of you and me…” She stopped talking and looked away.
I brought her face back to me and pierced her eyes with mine. “What’s wrong?”
She began crying, and I brushed away her tears with my thumbs.
“I feel so guilty because the whole time I was pushing you away, I just…I just…”
I held my breath. “You just what?”
She closed her eyes and then opened them again. “I just wanted to be with you.”
I took her in my arms and began kissing her. When she let out a small moan, it traveled through my whole body, and I trembled. I pulled her closer to me and pressed myself into her stomach. I needed her to know how much I wanted her.
That was when I heard someone clear his throat. I slowly pulled back and stepped away from Emma. I turned to see David sitting on top of his horse, looking at us.
“Emma, go on, and get onto Jack. Garrett, take Emma on back now. I’m sure her parents are waiting and ready to go. After they leave, I’d like for you to meet me in the barn.”
Emma quickly walked up to Jack, and I ran over to help her up.
Then, I jumped up onto Buttercup and looked at David. “Yes, sir. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
As we rode back to the house, Emma looked over at me. “I’m so sorry if I got you in trouble, Garrett, but I’ll never be sorry for what we did. It was…magical.”
I smiled at her. “I’ll never regret it either, Emma.”
She giggled and looked away.
“What’s so funny?” I asked.
She looked at me through her beautiful long eyela