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Chapter Twenty-Five

His arousal that had been building up inside of his pants pressed firmly against the zipper of his jeans the very second that he caught wind of the suggestion that was made to him, and clearly saw the look of intense desire in her eyes starting to boil over and come out to the surface.

She wanted him as badly as he wanted her, and there was no way in hell that he was going to mess this up.

With a sensual smirk growing on his face, Mark slipped one of his hands around one of hers, and started to lead them off in the direction of the horse barn. He maneuvered them through the crowds of people that were dancing around like there was no tomorrow.

This is the moment I have been waiting for since our brief time together up in the loft on her first day here.

His motivation shifted and became completely focused on the concept of getting to finally spend time with one another in a way that had been on his mind for some time.

I am not going to let this moment slip away now that I have been given the chance to fulfill a fantasy of mine that I have been having run through my head for the last month.

Walking past the last handful of people, Mark glanced over his shoulder in her direction, and found her to be having the same inner struggle to remain calm and composed with so many people around like he was.

The visual of the very obvious arousal state she was in only fueled his movements across the dirt ground in the direction of where the large barn stood. Just knowing that she needed for him to show her his 'other' talent was enough to drive him to a state of complete sexual frenzy.

Reaching the large building where all the horses were housed and took care at, Mark used his free hand to pull open one of the large doors. He waited until it was all the way before his attention drifted to that of Emily. His smirk remained firmly in place from capturing sight of her biting her bottom lip.

Oh my goodness…Just look at her biting that lip of hers…

His hormones raged inside of him like a thunderous and dangerous storm about to come through, and ravage a whole entire city with no regard for the people who might be dwelling within it.

I sincerely hope that she does something similar to that when we get up to the loft above the barn for a little…quality time with each other.

His eyes danced across her curvaceous form as it made its way inside of the building with her round, pert ass swaying side to side, moving in the same way that the skirt of her dress was going in. His sensual smirk turned into a wicked grin from the amount of pleasure he was deriving from what his eyes were witnessing.

There was nothing that this woman could do that would turn him off. It was quite the opposite for him at that time. Everything she seemed to do, say or even touch around him made the urges to possess her and have her as his woman for the rest of his days even more intense.

Mark took a quick glance in the direction of where Belle's party was going on, and found it to entering its climax. His eyes danced over the various people that were dancing about, and who were so immersed with themselves that they didn't even notice him at the doorway of the barn.

Good…

A smile danced across his face as he moved himself in the doorway of the building with one of his hands clutching onto the handle of the door that stood wide open. Mark turned his focus in Emily's direction, and moved himself inside, closing the door behind him.

I can't believe that this is really happening to me…I can't truly believe that not only am I with the man that has been on my thoughts and in my dreams for the last month now…but that we are finally alone with no one around to interrupt us.

Emily had her back leaning against the door of an empty stall while her gaze remained fixated on that of the handsome cowboy that she had come over time to really fall head over heels for, and possess an unbridled desire for.

Even though she showed she clearly wanted him on the outside, deep inside was nervous as hell about the idea of them doing anything passionate with each other. Emily was still a virgin and she never had been intimate with another man to where they ended up having sex with each other.

Johnathon was never that lucky with her. She would never allow him to get that close enough to her where he would be able to slide his dick inside of her tight body. The only reason that she possessed the scars made by him on one of her breasts was because it happened during a fight when he ripped her shirt enough to carve the initials on her with the very tip of his blade that he intended to use on John at the party.

Once she watched Mark pull the door all the way close, and turn the lock over to where no one could come in from the outside, her smile that was once there formed more across her face in his direction while her hands hung loosely at her sides.

This is it…There is no turning back now.

That is not necessarily the case, Emily. The rational part of her conscience kicked in, deciding it couldn't be silent anymore since the situation she was now entering in caused it to speak up. If you don't really want this to go on any further than it has to, I am sure that you can speak up right now, and Mark will be more than happy to accommodate you by not crossing that final barrier with you.

It wasn't that she wanted him to stop before they got too into the moment with each other. She liked how he made her, as well as her body, feel every time he touched her, spoke to her, or looked to her in a way that just told her that cared for her and only her.

The issue that she was experiencing was the thought of them performing a sexual act with each other for the first time. She didn't want it to go bad and he never speak to her. Emily didn't even want to consider him turning away from her if she couldn't satisfy him sexually like he wanted her to. All she wanted to do was make him happy and for him to know that she only wanted him and him alone.

She knew that he had a feeling about the stress she was under at the moment due to her eyes finding him waltzing up to where he was in front of her, but didn't try to grab at her body with his strong hands, or even try to lift her up by her thighs, and pin her to the wall where his body could be in between her tight thighs.

All Mark simply did was move himself to where he was in front of her, cupped a side of her face in one of his hands, and pressed his forehead against hers, keeping their contact soft, tender and loving. He didn't try to rush into the moment with her. His body language told her that she had nothing to worry about, and he was prepared to take all the time she needed him to in order for them to make tonight a special night for them both.

Finding his approach with her to be both warming and pleasant, her smile turned into a slightly shy, sweet one before she bit her bottom lip one last time. Emily drew in a soft breath of air, and released it while her voice came out to him, softly.

"Are you sure about this, Mark?" She asked him, sincerely. Her voice remained at a whisper level while her eyes fixated themselves on his charming face and piercing gaze. "I don't want to rush things with us…but if you are comfortable with the idea of us being like this with one another…on a more personal level…I would like to see what could happen as a result of it."