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“You chose Kenny G for our first dance.” And helovedit.
Hurt flashed across her expression.
Garrett rushed to her side. “Hey, I didn’t mean it in a bad way. I love that you chose Kenny G.”
She rolled her shoulders to dislodge his hands. “I’m sorry, I don’t know music. Not the slow stuff.”
“It’s an inspired choice,” he assured her, taking her phone and setting it aside on the nearest table. “You went for one of the classics.”
Emma shrugged. “People are more lenient when you don’t know music as long as you know some of the big names.”
Well, Kenny G was that in certain circles. It also explained her love of Dolly Parton, the Stones, and Cream, whose music he’d heard coming from her room on and off since she’d moved in.
He really should send her back to her room. But Garrett lacked the willpower to turn her away. Instead, he held open his arms in a classic waltz pose. “Shall we dance?”
Emma hesitated for an endless moment. But she took that first step and then another.
Finally, she was in his arms, soft curves pressing against his chest and abs.
Garrett closed his eyes, letting himself feel every luscious inch before canting his hips so his rapidly thickening cock wouldn’t touch her.
He wasn’t going to make it weird. But no force on God’s green earth would make him let Emma go right now.
“I shouldn’t have changed,” she whispered, her breath fanning his collarbone as she looked up at him.
God, he’d forgotten how much shorter she was than him.
“You’re allowed to shower,” he managed, swaying them from side to side.
“But was the dress part of the…”
Part of the fantasy? Yes, it had been. Until he’d seen her in her nightgown. Now he had a new fantasy.
Emma’s skin felt very hot against him. “Because I’m realizing now, I probably shouldn’t have taken off my bra.”
Garrett groaned. She was killing him. He was close to passing out because all the blood in his body was rushing south so hard and fast.
The saxophone crescendo broke, making him smile despite the discomfort in his pants.
And then Emma melted against him, cuddling his cock against her soft belly.
“Emmy,” he groaned.
“Garrett?” she asked, her voice tremulous as he spun her in a slow circle.
“Yeah?” His voice was hoarse, a telltale sign but one he didn’t worry about. The stiffness of his cock was a dead giveaway and Emma was pressing against it willingly.
She shuddered, her breath faster as she tilted her chin up, a glazed look in her eyes. “Why?” she breathed.
Unwilling to break the spell, he ran his hands down her back, letting them come to rest on the curve of her ass. “Why what?”
“Why did you really marry me?”
Chapter Thirty-Five
EMMA
Emma held her breath as she waited for Garrett’s answer. When he didn’t speak, she risked looking up.