Page 42 of Stolen Moments

My chest heaves, and I have a feeling that if I kiss him now, we won’t make it to his room before my clothes hit the ground.

I release his tie and smooth it down as my other hand grips my small clutch. His eyes never leave mine as I catch my breath.

“Fuck it. I’ll get your bag later. Right now, all I want to do is get you upstairs, naked and spread out on my bed.” Mason wraps hisarm around my waist and pulls me onto the elevator, my feet barely touching the ground as he sweeps me off them.

I let him in every sense of the word. Our gaze never breaks as we ride the elevator. I couldn’t tell you if there are other people sharing this small space with us because all I see is him.

Before the doors fully open, he’s lifting me through them and down the hall. He pulls out his phone and unlocks the door with it. He really is tech-savvy. Before I can utter a single word, Mason has me in the room and pushed up against the door, crushing his mouth on mine in a fierce kiss.

His fingers grip my hair tightly as he tilts my head to the side and slips his tongue into my mouth, deepening our kiss. I drop my clutch. My hands roam his hard body, pulling him closer.

I fall. Into him. Into my feelings for him. Into his heat as his body presses into mine. All of it.

He feels so good. But I need more. I need him naked. Now.

I slip my hands over his shoulders, shoving his jacket off. Working his tie next, I rip it off and start unbuttoning his shirt. When I finally get it open, I can’t help but push him away to get a better look.

I gulp, taking in his body. Fuck, he’s hot. I knew my broody computer nerd was fit, but damn. FaceTime didn’t do him justice. He puts Henry Cavill to shame. Mason is all hard lines and thick corded muscle. A small scattering of sandy brown hair runs across his chest and below his belly button. He’s the sexiest man I have ever seen.

As I score my nails over his chest, he hisses. As my eyes devour him, I lick my lips, thinking about running my mouth over every inch of his tan skin.

“Like what you see?”

I nod, lost in the gloriousness that is this Adonis of a man.

“Your turn.”

His lips find my neck, and my eyes close at the contact with a moan on my lips. He sucks and licks his way down to my collarboneas his hand finds the zipper of my dress. I arch into his hold, my body begging for him to lower it.

He slowly unzips my dress, letting the straps fall over my shoulders. Gripping the soft fabric, he glides it down my body and over my hips. My dress falls into a pool at my feet, leaving me almost bare, except for a black lace bra, matching panties, and black heels.

Mason steps back, taking in the sight of me with an approving growl that singes my nerve endings and makes my core tingle. My chest lifts with pride. I’m curvy, but I work hard for my body, training at least four times a week at a boxing gym. His reaction makes all my hard work feel damn good as he palms his straining erection over his pants. I love knowing it’s me turning him on. That he wants me, just as I am.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Emery.”

I shiver as he runs his feverish hands up my side, cupping my breasts. He licks, and runs wet kisses over my chest and collarbone, before burying his face between my boobs. I’d laugh if it wasn’t so fucking hot.

“Mmm… Thanks,” I mumble as his lips wrap around my nipple through my thin lace bra. I can hardly think when he touches me. Each brush of his skin against mine sends me reeling with need.

“Get on the bed. Now,” he growls, stepping away. “And keep the heels on, baby doll.”

“So bossy,” I rasp, running my finger down his chest to the top of his slacks.

“This is nothing. Just you wait.”

Holy hell.

I’ve never been dominated in the bedroom, but with Mason, I look forward to handing over my control to him. I have a feeling it’s going to be a high unlike any I’ve ever experienced.

Heels on, I walk over to the high bed and sit on the edge. Sliding back, I let my feet rest on the box spring, before leaning back on my elbows and spreading my thighs open for him to get a better look.

He licks his lips as he stares hungrily at my center, my arousal obvious. He’s barely touched me, and I’m already dripping wet for him. He steps between my legs, his pants grazing my sensitive skin.

“Well?” His gaze drops to his belt and looks back at me, waiting.

“So bossy,” I sass again, biting my lip.

I sit forward and reach for his belt. Taking my time, I undo the buckle, letting it fall open to the sides. My fingers deftly flick the button on his slacks before slowly dragging the zipper down. As I slide my hands into the waistband of his boxer briefs, I look up to find him watching me. He looks brutally handsome, looming over me with his jaw clenched and eyes burning with desire. Dragging his boxers and pants over his hips, his cock springs free.

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