Page 180 of Stolen Moments

“This.” She falls to her knees in front of me, gripping my thighs for leverage. “I don’t want to wait anymore. I don’t want to go slow. I don’t want you to recreate our memories. I love our story, Mason. Just as it is. I don’t need you to change it. I need you to stay. To love me, no matter what. I’m sorry too. You’re not the only one that made mistakes; we both did. But that’s in the past. Now, it’s time to move forward towards our future.”

She finally says the words I’ve been dying to hear, and the sight of her on her knees, declaring them so confidently, brings me to mine. I kneel before her, wrapping my arms around her, feeling her soft body beneath my hands.

Fuck, this woman. She’s everything.

“Em, I—” I tumble over my words.

How did I get so lucky?

“No,” she declares, using the same tone I’ve used on her to get my way or make her listen, and I can’t help but grin at her as she continues, “We are done with this conversation. You live here now. With me. Now, pick me up off this floor, carry me to our bedroom, and have your way with me already.”

The carefully constructed control I have falls away like it was held together by tape. This woman owns me. Whatever she asks for, it’s hers. So if she wants to ruin my plans… Fuck it. Fuck it all to hell.

She’s just going to have to settle for it being on my terms first.

“I love you,” I promise. More than she will ever know, but I will show her every day just how much I do.

“I love you, too.” Hearing those words fall from her lips is like a healing balm to my sore spots. I will never tire of hearing them.

I run my palm up over her ass and lower back before cupping her neck in a tight hold. She moans at the pressure, and her eyelids flutter.

“Do you want to get fucked, baby doll?”

“Oh god, yes.” She arches her pert tits into my chest, begging for my touch.

“Uh-uh. You only cry out my name.” I trace a path down the valley of her breasts with my other hand, in the same way she did herself. “Now, tell me. What’s my name?”

“Mason.”

“Who do you want to fuck you?”

“You, Mason. Only you,” she whines, wiggling her needy body against me.

“Damn straight. Only my cock will ever be inside you.” I cup her hot pussy. “Isn’t that right?”

“Yes. Only you.”

Her eyes close as I roughly grind my hand over her clit, using the fabric to increase the friction she so desperately needs.

“Hmm,” I purr, running my nose up her neck, settling my lips at her ear.

“Mason,” she whispers my name again, and my cock grows harder at her raspy prayer.

Don’t worry, baby, I’ll answer every one of them.

I run my thumb over her bottom lip, smearing her lipstick, dirtying her up. “Did you put this on for me?”

“You know I did,” she sasses back.

I smile against her neck as I rain kisses down the length of it. “Brat,” I mumble against her sweet vanilla skin.

Her flesh pebbles at my hot breath.

“You like it.”

Wrong.

“I fucking love it, baby doll,” I profess. I want her to know what she does to me. That she can ask for anything, and I will gladly give it to her.

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