Page 178 of Stolen Moments

A vision of Emery in white, walking down the aisle towards me hits me like a bolt of electricity. A thought that used to scare me fills me with joy. Yeah, I’m definitely going to make this woman officially mine.

Soon.

Emery laughs as I regale her with the story of my oldest brother’s bathroom dalliance as we sit on the couch, her legs draped over my lap.

“That’s rich, Mase.” She pokes me in the side with her toe.

“What is?”

“That you’re on his case for doing something that we did not so long ago.”

“That was different.”

“How?” she deadpans, but the playful smile on her lips has me chuckling along with her.

I think back to our tryst in the bathroom, and shame washes over me. I never meant to be so rough with her. I was angry. I missed her. I was completely out of control. There is no doubt we were loud, and based on the looks I received after, everyone knew what went down while we were gone.

“Fine, I see your point.”

“Besides, I think it’s hot.”

What the fuck?I arch a brow at her.

“Are you jealous because I said it’s hot?” she asks.

I growl at her, sending her into a fit of giggles.

“Oh my god. You are, aren’t you? You’re jealous of your brother?”

Hell no. My brother is a taken man and very much in love with his wife. I’ve never been the “look at her, and I’ll rip your eyes out” type, but with Emery I am. She brings out the caveman in me, and that neanderthal does not share.

I get fucking jealous at the thought of her thinkinganyother man is hot. I don’t want her thinking about anyone but me. Full stop.

Sorry, Superman. You’re out too.

It’s ridiculous, but here I am, a green-eyed motherfucker over this girl.

I grab her sides and tickle her. The sweet sound of her laughter settles deep in my bones like a soothing balm. Pushing her onto her back, I lay between her legs and rest most of my body weight on my elbows so I don’t crush her.

“Fine, I was jealous,” I admit. I brush a stray lock of her hair behind her ear.

She pops her head up and pecks my lips. “You’re cute when you’re jealous. But what I meant was, I think it’s hot that they can’t keep their hands off of each other. It’s sweet.” She bites her lip in the way that makes my dick stir, and I know she’s wondering if that’s us.

It is. There is no way I will be able to keep my hands off of her. It’s taken a Herculean effort to keep from taking her since I kissed her on New Year’s Eve.

I run my hand up her thigh and squeeze, letting my touch do the talking. If I could live inside this insanely beautiful and smart woman for the rest of my life, I would, and I’d die a happy man doing it. Just not yet.

“Stay,” she whispers like she knows what I’m thinking.

I shake my head, even though my heart—and my dick—are screaming at me to do as she commands. She pouts, and I can’tstop from sucking that pillowy soft bottom lip in my mouth. She hums, and the sexy noise is like a beacon to my cock, calling it to attention.

“Is it because you’re helping with your niece and nephew?” she asks, fishing for answers.

“No.” I smile. I see what she’s doing. “They are with Rylann’s parents.”

“Then stay,” she says again. She locks her ankles behind my back, pressing us closer together.

My dick jumps in my jeans at the proximity of her hot center. I gulp back the groan building in my throat. “You’re killing me … and my plan.” I cradle her face, brushing my thumb over the apple of her soft cheek.

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