Page 22 of Stolen Moments

“So, what’s it going to be?”

Instead of pushing him away like my brain knows I should, my traitorous body refuses and arches into his, bringing us closer together. My breasts brush against his chest. He weaves the tips of his fingers through my hair at the base of my neck as both his strong hands cup my jaw. My skin pebbles at the electrifying touch of his thumbs as he caresses the sensitive skin between my neck and jaw, and my nipples harden to peaks as my lower belly tightens with unfurled lust.

Mason slowly turns my chin to the side before covering my mouth with his.

Fireworks explode in my stomach. Mason swallows my moans, deepening our kiss. He tastes sweet and tangy, like the lime Jello in our food box, and something more … masculine. He tastes delicious. Like home.

Alarms blare as his tongue expertly slides against mine, making my knees weak. If this man fucks like he kisses, there is no doubt he will ruin me for all other men.

Mason devours me possessively, gently taking what he wants while giving me exactly what I need. I’m putty in his hands. Powerless against him and this inexplicable pull he has on me.

He slowly glides a hand down my side, resting it on my hip, burning my skin through my clothing. With his knee, he nudges my legs apart, forcing me to straddle his thigh.

The heat and friction between us are my undoing. I drop my keys to the ground and wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Tangling my fingers in his soft locks, I finally stop thinking and start feeling.

Wild desire snakes through my body as his arms tightly wind around my waist. My hips jut forward of their own accord, grinding against his thick thigh, seeking relief. Mason releases my hair, slamming a hand against the door with a grunt, his mouth never leaving mine.

Small yapping barks startle me as I rip my mouth away from his. Clinging to him, I drop my head back against the door, trying to catch my breath. What the hell was that witchcraft?

Did he feel it too?

“What in the world is that?” he grunts.

Opening my eyes, I find Mason’s chest heaving. His lips are swollen and wet from our kiss, and he’s staring through my side window where a tiny dark shadow is jumping up and down.

“Oh, that’s just Henry.”

Mason looks at me in question.

“My toy Yorkie. I adopted him. Well … more like inherited him since he belonged to Chris’s ex-boyfriend. ‘Boyfriend’ isextreme; he was more like a one-weekend stand,” I yammer on, slightly embarrassed by my dog and the intense heat my pussy is emanating onto his thick thigh.

I shift, but Mason holds me in place.

“Henry?” He arches a knowing brow at me.

My face warms. He’s going to realize how crazy deep my and Chris’s Henry Cavill obsession runs.

He already knows about Bog, so I guess it can’t get any worse.

Biting my lip, I nod.

A slow smile stretches across his face, and I almost fall to my knees.

“Well, then. I guess I have my work cut out for me if I want you to be obsessed with me instead,” he says smoothly.

I bark out a laugh. He can’t be serious. Superman doesn’t hold a candle to him. Mason is the real deal. Sexy, smart, and boy can he kiss. My thighs clench around his thigh still parked between my legs.

He smirks before running his nose from my collarbone to my ear as my eyes flutter closed.

“You smell good enough to eat.” He kisses my jaw before stepping back, taking his heat with him.

I glance down and watch as he adjusts the extremely large bulge in his jeans.

Damn. I open my mouth to invite him in when he shakes his head.

“Not tonight.” He bends down, picks up my keys, and hands them to me.

Our fingers graze, setting my body on fire and my stomach tumbling. When I look into his green eyes, I can see the same fire within me is burning him too.

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