Page 25 of Stolen Moments

On my doorstep is Mason, looking hot as sin. Ready for the cold Pacific Northwest day, he’s wearing a black puffer jacket with the zipper undone, a tight gray shirt that molds to his bulging pecs and firm abs, charcoal joggers that leave little to the imagination—and have me desperately trying to keep my eyes off of the crotch area—paired with some black sneakers. The matching black beanie on his head leaves his shaggy hair curling at the ends around his ears, and my hands itch to touch the soft strands.

“Hi.” My greeting comes out choppy, like my breath.

What is he doing to me?I feel like a crushing teenage girl when I’m around him.

“Good morning.”

Mason leans in and kisses me on the cheek while I stand frozen and tongue-tied. Thank goodness for Henry, who leaps out of my arms, searching for attention and breaking me out of my stupor.

Mason takes him from me, scratching him behind the ears, as he steps into my home and closes the door behind him. “Good morning to you too, Henry.”

My Yorkie barks in response, making me chuckle. Henry has a knack for talking back as if he understands every word spoken to him. On some level, I think he does.

Mason brings his green eyes to mine, looking right into me. My knees wobble, and my cheeks flame at his intense gaze. He smiles, and holy shit-balls… If I was a popsicle, I’d be melted.

Yeah, I am definitely crushing on this sexy man.

He breaks the silence first, crouching down to put Henry on the floor before bringing us chest to chest. “Are you ready to go, or do you need more time?”

“I’m ready. I just need to grab my jacket.” I point at the closet behind him.

He steps to the side, leaving me enough space to pass him. My arm brushes against his, and sparks crackle to life between us, exploding across my arm and up my neck. Taking a deep breath, I try to calm my nerves and grab my jacket.

Mason takes it from my hands, helping me to slip into the sleeves. He pulls the coat over my shoulders and spins me around, clutching the zipper and pulling me closer, our bodies flush.

His minty breath fans across my lips. “You look beautiful.”

His compliment has my cheeks warming.

“Thank you,” I whisper, my voice hoarse as his heavy-laden eyes linger on my body, sending shivers down my spine.

I’m wearing black fleece leggings and a long-sleeve thermal in my favorite burgundy shade. It’s nothing special, but it’s tighter than skin and accentuates every curve on my body. The weather might call for warm clothes, but I made sure to give Mason a nice view of my long legs and ass.

Thank you5 Rounds Cardio Kick-boxing. With the way his eyes eat me up like he’d rather eat me for breakfast, I think those classes have paid for themselves.

Before I can think it through, I raise onto my toes and kiss him.

He doesn’t hesitate to grasp my ribcage beneath my coat, pulling me closer to deepen the kiss. His hands slide up over my breasts before gripping my jaw and tilting my head to his will, taking charge.

My thighs clench, and my center slickens as he continues to ravage my mouth, slowly and purposefully, like there is nothing else he’d rather do. I like bossy and in-control Mason.

Damn. He’s a good kisser.

My clit pulses with need at the taste of him on my tongue. He explores my mouth, setting the pace, and I let him, allowing myself to get lost in the spell he has on me.

Mason wrenches his mouth away with a pained groan like it’s physically painful to stop. His chest heaves as he cups my jaw, running his thumb over my wet puffy lips, and mumbles, “This mouth.”

“What about it?” I murmur, leaning into his touch.

He sucks in a deep breath and shakes his head before spearing me with his sea-green eyes. “Let’s get some food in that pretty little mouth of yours,” he growls.

I swear it sounds like he wants to stick something else in my mouth. Visions of my lips wrapped around his cock flood my brain, and my nipples pucker. Thankfully, my stomach grumbles, lightening the mood.

We laugh, and just like that, the intense sexual tension between us boils down to a simmer.

“That’s probably a good idea,” I mumble because I’m pretty damn sure I might let Mason take me to the bedroom right now and have him do whatever he wants to me.

He releases my face and steps back, taking his heat with him. I miss his touch immediately.

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