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Chapter Twenty-Six

His heart felt like it was going to blow up from the amount of joy he felt inside from her asking him if he truly wanted to be like that with her, and if he would like to keep this going between them on more than just a friendship level but a personal level.

There was nothing he wanted more than to wake up each and every day with this woman at his side, knowing very well that there was never going to be anyone to take her place and no one to take his place in her life. She had become his all and his everything, and he was determined to keep it that way.

Mark slowly moved his frame a little more closer, lightly pressing against hers from where she was leaning against the stall, as his hand that had moved to her face light caressed the side of it with the tips of his fingertips. As he was gentle and sensual in his approach, his voice slipped out of his mouth with sincerity and a need for her rising to the surface of it.

"Emily…There is not a single thing that I am wanting more right now…Than to have you in my life as more than a simple friend who just happens to be a girl." His voice oozed with the sexual desire that had been building up to that moment of time inside of him during their dance on the crowded dance floor. "I want you more than just a mere girlfriend as well…I want you to be my woman."

The moment he said those words to her, he noticed how her eyes grew a little large from him saying that he wanted her to not be labeled just as his 'girlfriend' but his 'woman' instead. Mark easily could see in her gaze that the notion was not only very serious to him, but that it would make things much more exclusive between the two of them. She would be his one and only woman and he would be her one and only man.

"If you want things to continue for us both here and now…I will make you happy in ways that Johnathon never could, and erase any and all bad memories he has caused for you from your mind."

"M-Mark," Emily replied, nervously, "I want things to keep going between the two of us because I am really fond of you, something I haven't been in a while with another man…"

"But…"

"I am going to be going back to the city in another month. My home is back in Houston, and I will have to move back to it once the summer is over with."

He had forgotten that. His own southern goddess would be leaving Oleander sometime next month, and returning back to the city life that was waiting for her. The idea of her disappearing from him when he had just found her sent his entire body into an uproar with a need to keep her there with him more permanently.

"Emily…You don't have to leave Oleander if you are not wanting to."

"W-What do you mean, Mark?" Emily's voice trembled on its way out with a little curiosity and confusion mixing in with her own sexual desires for him.

"If you wish for things to continue between us and that you have nothing to go back to in Houston…I would like it very much if you stayed in Oleander…with me."

Emily's heart tightened up on the spot the instant she caught wind of Mark offering her to stay with him if she didn't really want to leave Oleander and return back to Houston.

She couldn't deny that she liked the idea of staying down in the small town with him instead of returning back to the city she had traveled from to get down there. No one lived with her back in the city, and the solitary life it had given to her wasn't really worth the money that she was getting paid at her current job.

However, as much as she found the offering to be a really great and wonderful idea, the prospect of moving away from the city and starting all over again in a new place made her feel a little nervous and hesitant about the arrangement.

"M-Mark…" Emily spoke up to him with her inner turmoil about moving in and staying with him rising to the surface in her soft voice. "I really like your offer…and the idea of seeing you beyond the end of next month…"

"But…what?" Mark asked, keeping his voice at a soft level despite the need to erase the concern and worry coming out into the open of it. "What seems to be wrong with the idea?"

"It is just…It is such a big step for me to take. I have always lived on my own and not really have anyone there for me or even to support me besides my grandmother-"

"And now you do…You have me here for you, someone that wants to take care of you, and show you the kind of treatment you have been denied all your life but deserve."

Emily could see in his eyes a deep, firm decision to have her remain there with him instead of letting her return back to the city. The only thing he wanted to hear from her about the situation was that she would stay and let him take care of her.

"Mark…"

Before any other words could escape out of her mouth, they were sealed shut tight by his crashing down against them and sealing her into a sensual but tender kiss. The sensation brought all of her talk of uncertainty to an end, and eradicated any hesitant thoughts from her mind that might still be lingering there.

Emily slipped her hands away from the sides of her body, and brought them to rest on top of his shoulders. She slowly returned the kiss back to him with a need coming from deep within herself rising out and into the open.

There is no point in trying to lie to yourself, Emily. You want him…You need to feel someone take care of you for once in your life in a way that no other man has managed to do for you at all.

The words of her conscience made her feel that much more aware of the situation and of how her body was needing his at that moment in time. The sensation was so strong that it couldn't be ignored anymore by her no matter how much she tried.

With her mouth beginning to apply a little more pressure to the kiss with him, she was not only signaling to him that she wanted more from him but that it was also alerting herself that the course of actions she was taking would more than likely change everything from that moment on past into the month that was to come for the two of them. At that point though...Emily no longer cared.

All that she wanted from him at that exact second was to feel his strong hands and sensual lips all over her body, and to experience a night of unbridled passion with the cowboy who had shook her world from top to bottom.