Page 41 of Stolen Moments

“Just the check, please,” he repeats with a grunt at the server.

I nod in agreement, and she leaves without a word.

“I really wanted dessert,” I pout. I mean, I do want dessert, but I want this sexy man more.

“So do I, but they don’t have what I want here.”

My center clutches air at the insinuation spoken in the same rough voice he used during our naughty phone call.

“What do you want for dessert?” I whisper.

“You.”

I bite back a groan.Something tells me Mason is about to ruin me and I’m going to enjoy every single second of it.

“Where will you be having this dessert?” My question leaves me in fragments as I pant, my heart racing.

Mason places his hand on my wrist and leans forward. “Upstairs in my room, where only I will have the pleasure of hearing you cry out my name as you come.”

He runs his tongue over his teeth, and the horny part of me wants to jump on the table and lay out on it, for him to eat me right here and now.

“Hmm.”

My body flares to life as he smirks at me, all too aware of how turned on I am. Not that I care. I want him so badly I physically ache. Hell, I’d probably do anything he asked me to. He makes me feel special and seen, and unbelievably wanted and desired.

While most of our time together has been through calls and texts, we get one another. I feel like we’ve known each other longer than weeks. The connection we are building is special, and it grows stronger every day.

We might have only shared a few kisses, but holy freaking shit were they amazing. Our physical chemistry is there. If tonight’s date is any indication, the tension built up between us is at an uncontainable boiling point, waiting to combust. My body feels heavy with desire, and it’s driving me wild.

Mason drives me wild. He’s unlike anyone I have ever dated, and I’m not about to let him slip away. I’m close to having everything I’ve ever wanted, and Mason has become a big part of that.

He was right. Our timing might not be ideal, but when I’m with him, it feels right. We feel right.

The waitress drops the check. He releases my wrist and quickly takes care of the bill.

Mason stands, reaching his hand out to me. I grab my clutch and take his hand. Sparks lick up my arm as I place my palm in his. Every time he touches me, my body responds knowingly, like he’s the live wire my body craves to come to life.

He leads me out of the restaurant, through the hotel lobby, to the bank of elevators. The elevator dings its arrival, and Mason pulls me to his chest, wrapping his arms around me.

“Are you sure you want to join me? It’s perfectly fine if you want me to walk you to your car and kiss you goodnight.”

I run my free hand under his jacket and over his muscular chest before grasping his tie and pulling, bringing us nose to nose.

“You can walk me to my car,” I murmur.

He nods, pulling away.

I yank his tie harder, keeping him in place. “To get my overnight bag. Then, you can carry it upstairs to your room.”

Mason closes his eyes as his hands grip my waist. His fingertips dig into the flesh of my backside. When he finally opens his lids, his sea-green depths have turned dark and stormy. The small strips of golden brown in his irises glow like lightning streaking across the night sky over the ocean, taking my breath away. The hungry expression in his gaze makes my knees weak, and my heart cracks open wide for him to take.

“I need you to be sure, baby doll. Because if we go upstairs, I’m going to devour you and your sweet pussy. I’m going to fuck you so hard that you’ll be feeling me for weeks. I’m going to be the boss of your body and reward you with orgasm after orgasm. All. Night. Long. Is that what you want?”

My knees wobble at his declaration. I have never wanted anyone more than I do him. I want to be his in every way possible. For the first time in my life, I’m okay with him not only setting fire to my body but to my entire world. I welcome it. A part of me would love to watch it burn to the ground around me, as long as he is by my side.

This is it. There’s no turning back now.

“Yes. Please, Mason. I want that and more. I want you,” I confess.

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