Bedded Then Wed(56)

By: Heidi Betts

Her blood warmed at memories of their first night together, in the loft of her father’s barn, and at the thought of being alone with him again. Really, truly alone.

Since Amelia’s birth, it seemed like their house had been overrun first by well-wishers dropping in to bring gifts and get a glimpse of the new baby, and then by Emma’s father and Mitch’s parents, who were playing their roles as grandparents to the hilt.

And after everyone else finally left, either Amelia still needed their almost constant attention or they were just plain exhausted.

“I’d love to,” she said.

They’d been at the town picnic three or four hours already. She was more than ready to go home for some peace and quiet. And if she was lucky, maybe a little cuddle time with her husband.

“Let me just collect Amelia and we—”

Mitch covered her mouth with his own and kissed her into silence once again.

Mmm, she rather liked his method of shutting her up. If he ever tried it during an authentic argument, she’d probably have to deck him, but as an every day mode of hushing her up it was certainly something she could get used to.

“When I said ‘alone,’ I meant it,” he explained when he broke off this time. “Just the two of us. My mom’s going to keep Amelia for the night.”

Emma shook her head, already suffering the first twinges of separation anxiety. “Oh, no. I couldn’t—”

“Yes,” he stressed, “you can. You need to. We both need to.”

Before she could protest further, he brought two fingers up to her lips. “Amelia is going to be fine. Mom and Dad are thrilled about having her all to themselves, and you know they’ll take nothing but the best care of her. I already put the car seat and diaper bag in their car, and I made them swear that if they needed anything, they’d call. I’ll keep my cell phone on me at all times,” he added, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. “I may even set it on vibrate.”

“Very funny.” Biting her lip, Emma looked back over her shoulder at the throng of people, not seeing Theresa and the baby, but knowing they were there somewhere.

“Come on,” Mitch cajoled, his hot breath fanning over her cheek and neck as he lowered his head to nibble at her throat. “Say yes.”

Her maternal instincts warred with the lust and need coursing through her veins. Finally, common sense won out.

Amelia would be fine for one night. And she really did miss being alone with Mitch, just the two of them, to do all the naughty, sexy things that had brought them together in the first place.

“All right,” she acquiesced, her fingers curling into the firm muscles of his upper arms as his tongue did wicked things to the lobe of her ear.

She could feel the tilt of his grin in the curve of her shoulder, and then he gave her a tiny nip before straightening to meet her gaze.

“Have I told you yet today that I love you?” he asked.

As always, those three words coming from him made happiness burst inside her.

“Yes, you did. This morning, over breakfast.”

“Hmm.” His eyes narrowed as he studied her. “Well, I’m going to say it again, just in case I’ve done something stupid, or do before the day is out. I love you.”

She chuckled, wrapping her arms around his neck and lifting up on her toes to reach his mouth. “I love you, too. But don’t worry, you’ve been a very smart man lately.”

“The smartest thing I ever did was marry you.”

The conviction in his voice and sincerity shining in his eyes made her want to weep. She tugged him close and kissed him to let him know just how proud she was of the changes he’d made, leaving all of his hang-ups and insecurities over his ex-wife behind him.

And then he was shifting her to the side, opening the truck door and lifting her onto the seat. A second later, he’d rounded the hood and climbed in behind the wheel.

Emma smiled, taking in every detail of her husband’s profile as he drove them home faster than the law allowed.

They’d come so far in one short year, overcome so much pain. But she wouldn’t change a minute of it, because in the end, she’d gotten everything she’d ever wanted.

She’d gotten Mitch.