Page 37 of Admittedly For Me
“Well, if the right song comes on, I’ll stand and let you grind your ass against my dick,” I mutter, closing the space between us. “Please? One dance as wedding partners?”
“I guess it’ll stop others from trying to ask about what I’ve been up to the past few years.” She pops a cream puff in her mouth and cautiously places her hand in mine as we head to the dance floor.
“You look stunning, Emery.” My arm rests on her lower back as I take in the forest green dress and her dark auburn hair. She suits the woodland themed wedding more than the bride.
“You look decent in a suit.” The words seem to pain her. “And you did a great job building all this for your friends. That was really sweet.”
“I’d do anything for them.” I slow our swaying as her body remains relaxed. “Did you get much sleep?” All my brain has played on repeat is her on Rhett’s porch, admitting how she wished I made my move back in Aspen. Opening up to me like that wasn’t easy.
“None, actually.” Her eyes float toward Hallie and Justin, both smiling as they talk to a few people by a table. “You?”
“About an hour.” She won’t make eye contact even when I give her hand a slight squeeze. “What are you thinking about, Daisy Girl?” I pull her closer so her chest is tight against mine.
“This moment is about Hallie and Justin. Not me.” Her shallow breathing accentuates her chest, and my eyes gravitate to her cleavage.
I spin her out and back into me, holding her tight. My arms wrap around her waist as she bows into me. When my cock meets her back, she stays in place, not jolting away. I know she’s worked up. “Right now, they’re talking with others and having a great time.” With her back is against my chest, I lean down to her ear. “This moment and dance are yours.” Her small gasp draws in her ribs, and her skin pebbles. I bite my tongue so I don’t lean down and place my lips on her neck. I can see her pulse going wild, and it drives me fucking insane. Her breathing turns into pants as her soft skin flushes pink for me.
Clearing her throat, Emery scans the crowd before spinning herself out, keeping hold of my hand. She bites her lip, pulling us out of the barn to the calm night near the country field.
“We don’t need to bring focus onto us.” The blue in her eyes darkens as the sun sets behind the cornfield.
My mouth is her main focus. Placing my hand under her chin, I relocate her eyes. “What don’t you want the guests to see?” She’s antsy as her weight shifts in her heels.
“How badly I want to kiss you again,” she breathes, and the way her hungry eyes stare at my lips, I swear she’s about to kiss me. “Hallie doesn’t need to witnessthaton her wedding day.” Her lips roll inward, resisting the urge. Snapping out of the moment, she shakes her head. “Let’s go back inside before people come looking for us.”
“Okay,” I agree. “I need to talk to a few people who’ve tried to get my attention tonight.” With my hand on her back, we walk inside. Leaning down, I keep my voice low and seductive. “Please let me know when you’re ready to leave. Together.” Her sharp inhale spreads a grin across my face before she walks off toward Savannah. She showed a bit more vulnerability at the bachelor party and a reward is due. As much as I want to chase after her, or had wanted to spin her into a kiss on the dance floor, I respect her enough to keep whatever is happening between us to go under the radar.
We mingle a bit longer at the wedding before saying our goodbyes to everyone. The road is simply white noise as we head home. I keep sneaking glances her way as she watches the fields passing us by.
“You’re remarkably strong.” I reach my hand over to intertwine our fingers. She fixes our grip into a proper hand hold and remains hushed. This entire time, I keep wondering if I had crossed the street, we might be driving home differently tonight. To our house. Carrying our children to bed since they fell asleep on the drive home after the exciting night of eating too many desserts and dancing the night away. “You held it together so well tonight, Emery. I can only imagine what’s going through your mind.”
“Yeah,” she whispers, staring back out the window. I need to get her out of her head. I need to get out ofmyhead. Pulling up her driveway, I give her hand a squeeze.
“Dessert was incredible,” I rave, watching her lips twitch in a ghosted smile before her teeth tug on her lower lip. “Thank you for the dance.”
“I appreciate the ride, Ian.” I watch her speak to my mouth, and I debate leaning down for a taste. “Are you going to walk me to my door?” Her hand rests on the handle.
“Of course, I am, Daisy Girl.”She hops out of the truck, before I reach her side to help her out. Her hand slips into mine so naturally that it’s hard to believe my hand is made to hold anyone’s but hers.
Heading up her porch steps, the creaks of the old wood and a field of crickets are the only sound. My stomach does a weird flip as my heart beats wildly. As we reach her door, I freeze, unsure of how this should end. But I know how I want us to.
After Emery confessed that I missed my chance, I’ve been toeing the line of moral ground. I could act on her offer, tossing aside my standards for a night with her, but I’m stalling because she still has healing to do. Knowing I could have had her as more than a casual hookup back then is really fucking with my mind right now.
Emery doesn’t reach for the handle, and instead faces me.
“I had my first kiss standing right here.” She points to the porch light and a soft laugh rests in her throat. “Just as our lips began to move, the light flickered and my dad opened the door.” The porch light is dim, but sweet innocence twinkles in her eye as she blushes.
“You must have felt embarrassed.”
“More annoyed, honestly.” Her eyes land on the door handle, but she hasn’t reached for it. “It was one of the only times my father got home from work early.” She sulks with a blink, but I don’t want her shutting down.
“Tell me more.” I bring her hand to my lips and gently place a kiss to the back of it.
“I lost two hours of my evening with him because I was with a guy.” Jesus, how emotionally neglecting did they become for her to be that desperate to spend time with her parents?
“You really enjoyed spending time with your father.” I brush her cheek with the back of my hand.
“I enjoyed our evening routine. Which didn’t happen daily.” I feel my jaw tighten as an emotional sting hits my nose. She was just a young girl craving love from her parents.