Page 168 of Stolen Moments

My cheeks heat. “That’s so embarrassing. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. Ever. I love hearing you moan like that. It’s a reminder of how you sound when you’re coming on my cock.”

My thighs clench, and I can’t stop the whimper that escapes me. “You can’t say things like that.”

“Why?” he croons, pushing my hair behind my ear. He leans close, his lips a hair’s breadth away. “Does it turn you on?” His minty breath fans across my face.

He’s so close that if I move even an inch, our lips will be touching.

“Does it remind you of riding my cock until you come?”

Shivers wrack my spine at the seductively low timber in his voice and the way his gaze bores into mine.

Sucking in a ragged breath, I whisper, “Yes.”

His pupils dilate as he shifts in his seat, adjusting himself. My eyes drop to his lap, and the noticeable bulge in his jeans has electricity humming in my veins, shooting straight to my center.

“Good.” He kisses my nose, and sits back in his seat with a grin as he lifts his sandwich and takesa bite.

If I didn’t want to kiss him and climb into his lap to ride him, I’d smack him for teasing me. But touching him right now is risky.

I shift in my seat, seeking a little friction to ease the steady drumming of my clit, and shake my head at him. “You did that on purpose.”

He grins and shrugs, taking another bite of food. We sit in silence for a beat, eating our breakfast, and I make a conscious effort not to moan over my sandwich. Mason rolls his foil wrapper into a ball and gets up to throw it in the trash. I check the time—a little over an hour until I have to be at the office.

“I have some calls I need to take, but what are you doing for lunch?”

I try not to pout at his abrupt departure. “Um, nothing.” Not with Rylann out and Graham incommunicado.

Dang, I’m a bad friend.I’ve been so wrapped up in Mason that I’ve forgotten about him. It doesn’t help that he’s been radio-silent since the wedding. I hope his grandmother is okay.

“Would you like to have lunch with me? Say, one o’clock?”

The giddy school girl in me abandons all other thoughts, focusing solely on her crush. “I’d like that very much.”

“Then it’s a date.”

“I thought our first date was tomorrow night?” I ask, letting the tease in my tone shine through.

He sees right through me, moving to stand in front of me, and pulls me to my feet, bringing us chest to chest. “Every time we’re together, it’s a date.” He kisses my cheek. “Like breakfast dates. Lunch dates.” He kisses my forehead. “Dinner dates. Movie dates. Snuggle dates.” He kisses the corner of my mouth. “Kissing dates.”

“Hmm.”

I moan as he places my hands on his chest. The hasty strum of his heartbeat matches mine as we stare at each other. The vivid gold in his eyes flickers like the yellow flames of a fire, warming me from the inside out. The blistering tension that exists between us builds,curling its fingers around us, pulling us closer together. Or maybe it’s his large hands that grip my hips, squeezing.

Mason’s phone starts ringing, shattering the intense moment between us. I have to bite my lips from screaming,Why?

He reaches into this pocket and pulls out his phone, looking at the screen. “Fuck. I have to take this.” He gives me a soft peck on my lips and rushes out of the kitchen, but stops at the door and turns around. “I will be at your office at one. Absolutely nothing will stop me from being there. Bye, baby doll.” He’s out the door before I can utter a word.

What the hell just happened?

Doubt starts to creep in, taking my good mood with it. What started as a wonderful day is now clouded with uncertainty.

Can we really make this work when his life isn’t here?

Chapter fifty-four

Mason

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