“Spread your legs, Em,” he whispered against my neck.
“Garrett…” I let out a gasp when his fingers moved up my thigh.
He snapped my garter belt against my leg, causing me to open my eyes and cry out as I hit him. Then, his fingers moved across my lips, and he moaned as he slipped his fingers inside me. I closed my eyes and dropped my head back as his lips moved along my neck.
“I can’t wait to taste you, Emma,” he said in such a deep voice.
I could feel my insides clenching down in anticipation. My eyes snapped open, and I looked into his eyes. “Garrett,” I whispered.
He quickly pulled his fingers out of me, and when he put them up to his lips, my mouth dropped open. Before I knew what was happening, he had me out of the truck. He carried me to the back and set me down on the tailgate of the truck. He placed both hands on my face and gently kissed me on the lips. He reached for my hands and helped me down to the ground. I stepped onto a small blanket that he must have placed there.
“Turn around, Em,” he whispered.
My heart practically pounded out of my chest. I slowly turned around, and when he touched my neck, I jumped.
As he began unbuttoning my dress, he said, “You looked like a princess today. There wasn’t a man in the room who couldn’t take his eyes off of you. You are so incredibly beautiful that I have to pinch myself every day just to make sure this isn’t all a dream.”
I closed my eyes and let his words wrap around my heart. “Garrett…” I whispered as I placed my hands on the tailgate to keep myself standing.
“Em, can I let the dress fall to the ground?”
I nodded my head. The last thing I cared about was the dress. I turned and watched as he picked it up and gently folded it over. He walked to the passenger side, opened the door, and laid the dress on the seat. I’d never in my entire life met anyone like Garrett. The way he paid attention to the little things was what made me love him so much.
I turned to face him as he walked back to me, and his eyes moved up and down my body.
“Take off the petticoat,” he said with that deep voice that rattled my insides.
I quickly took it off and kicked it to the side. I stood before my husband in a light blue corset with a matching garter belt.
He reached his hands up and began taking down my hair. Piece by piece, my blonde hair fell loosely around my shoulders.
“So. Damn. Beautiful.” He dropped to his knees, and then he unclipped my stockings and slowly began rolling them down my leg.
“Garrett…everywhere you touch is on fire,” I whispered.
He peeked up at me and smiled. His eyes were on fire, and his smile had a touch of wickedness in it.
He removed my garter belt and placed his hand on my stomach. “That corset is beautiful.”
I licked my lips and then bit down on my lower lip. I wanted to tell him that it was cutting off my breathing, but he seemed to be turned on by it. When he lifted my leg and placed it over his shoulder, I smiled. Then, he buried his face between my legs. He ran his tongue between my lips and then began tormenting my clit.
I grabbed on to the tailgate, and I couldn’t control myself as I pushed my hips into his face.
“Garrett!” I called out as I began to feel the familiar buildup.
He quickly pulled away, and I practically shouted, “No! Don’t stop!”
He stood up, and the smile on his face caused me to smile.
“I love to taste you, Em.”
My chest was heaving up and down. “Why did you stop?”
“Get up on the quilt, Emma.”
I turned around to see our quilt had been laid out in the back of the bed. I’d never moved so fast in my life.
“Garrett…please do that again. Please,” I begged.