Page 166 of Stolen Moments

Henry barks from the couch, pissed at being jostled awake.

Mason places my feet on the floor and brings our bodies flush against each other, his grip firm on my waist. I place my hands on his chest, relishing the feel of his hard body beneath me.

“Do you have any plans for Saturday?” he asks, brushing a stray hair behind my ear.

“Depends.” I internally cross my fingers, hoping this is when he asks me out on a date. While I love all the delivered meals and texts, I want to spend more time with him like this.

“Brat.” He kisses my forehead. “Would you like to go out on a date with me?”

I fight the urge to squeal. “I’d like that very much. Where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise.” He boops my nose and sweetly kisses me, making my insides melt like ice cream in the desert.

“Where are you staying?” It just occurred to me that I have no idea where Mason has been staying, nor do I know how long he plans to stick around.

“With Rhys,” he whispers, pecking at my lips.

Figures that’s where he’d be, especially since Rylann is off on her honeymoon for the next week. A small, teeny tiny part of me thought he might stay at the hotel we stayed in.

“Will I see you tomorrow?”

“Baby, you couldn’t get rid of me if you tried.” Mason covers my mouth with his in a soul-searing kiss.

My eyes flutter closed as his tongue delves past my lips, sensually exploring my mouth, stealing my breath. His fingers glide up my spine and into my hair, setting my body on fire. I moan into his mouth, arching my body into his, getting as close to him as I can. Wrapping my arms around his shoulders, I dig my fingers into his soft hair as our kiss turns hungry and desperate.

Mason breaks away, pressing his forehead to mine, his eyes squeezed tight as his rapid breaths mingle with mine in short puffs. “What are you doing to me?”

“I could ask you the same question.”

“I have to go before I do something dangerous.”

“Like me?” I meant the question to be a tease, not the sultry, sexy, innuendo it was.

“Yes. Fuck.” Mason groans. He releases my hair and takes a step back, widening the gap between us. “Being alone with you, here in this space where your scent alone is driving me fucking wild, is dangerous.”

“Dangerous? Why?”

“Because I want you so fucking badly, and I’m afraid fucking you into next week will ruin any chance I have at proving to you that you can trust me. I want more than your forgiveness, Emery.”

“What do you want?”

“Everything. I want everything with you.”

Everything.

My heart does a triple axel in my chest. Does this mean he wants a future with me? A real future, like one where he comes home to me every night and we don’t have to waste time at airports, or worry about our time together running out?

The questions dance on the tip of my tongue, but I hold back. We can talk more this weekend when he takes me out on a date.

“Me too.”

“Really?”

Is he kidding? I’ve wanted everything with Mason since the first moment he came crashing into my conversation with Chris.

“Really.”

“Fuck yeah.” Mason smashes his mouth to mine in a short, hard kiss, leaving me in a daze. He opens the door and steps through. “Lock the door as soon as I close it.”

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