Page 102 of Stolen Kisses

I don’t think I’ve ever seen eyes widen as much as Max’s do at Emma’s statement. “You’re moving in together?” He waves his finger between the two of us.

I look at Emma, waiting on her answer. She shrugs with a smile. “Well, we haven’t discussed it with the kids, but, yeah.” I want to pull her into my body and kiss her senseless right now, but I’m pretty sure her brother wouldn’t appreciate it. I don’t need a mirror to know my smile takes up my whole face.

“But I thought we were already all living together?” Lachlan asks, confused.

“Well, we are, but I wanted to make it official. And we only need one house, so I thought we could sell mine.” I clarify for everyone in the room.

“But I like your house better. It has all the cool tools in the workshop.”

“Yeah, and you have that big back deck.” Austin pipes in.

“I like our house, Daddy.” Kenny’s bottom lip trembles and I feel like the biggest failure as a parent. In my attempt to not disrupt Lachlan, I didn’t consider what another move might do to Kenny.

“I like your house better, too, Kenny. So, if it’s okay with everyone, I vote we move in with you guys. What do you think,boys?”Emsuggests to everyone.

Austin throws his fist up in the air. “Yeah!”

Lachlan nods. “I agree with your vote, Mommy.”

“Then it’s settled. We’re moving in with Theo and Kenny.” The kids jump up and down with glee.

I wrap my arms around my girl, kissing her chastely in front of her brother. “Then it’s settled. You’ve made me an incredibly happy man, Peaches.” I kiss her again. I can’t help myself. “I do have some plans I drew up a while ago toextendour house. I’ll show you and maybe get started on them.” I kiss the tip of her nose.

“Well, I guess congratulations are in order, guys.” Max high-fives the kids, hugs Emma carefully, and slaps me on the back, pulling me in close. “You’d better look after my sister and nephews.”

“That’s a given, Max. You don’t need to worry.” I pull back, tipping my head in deference to the man. He nods mildly in return. I think he gets the depth of my feelings for his sister and nephews. I pull my phone out of my pocket. “I need to make a call to the real estate agent. Back in a minute.”

“Ask him when he can come to value this house.” Emma calls as I leave the room, her smile evident in her voice.

–twenty–

–emma–

Theo’s up to his armpitsin renovations. He’s been working day and night to get his house ready for us to move in. I’m worried about him though because he looks exhausted. This is our first weekend on our own since my scars have fully healed—the red lines no longer look as angry because of Theo’s nightly diligence.

Now I want some sexy time with my man.

Theo’s standing up on a ladder working on the architrave above the bi-fold doors leading out to the back deck, giving me a great view of his ass and legs. Leaning on the door frame,I take a moment to enjoy my boyfriend’s sexy physique.

“Hey, Stud.” Stepping forward, I hold up his coffee. “Come down here and kiss me already.”

His tired eyes light up with his smile. Climbing down the ladder, he makes a beeline straight for me. Taking the coffee from my hand, he places it on the floor, then proceeds to stand to his full height, backing me up against the wall he hung. “Stud, huh?” He runs his nose up along my throat before nipping at my ear. “Where exactly do youwannabe kissed, Peaches?” His breath coats my skin with his gravelly whisper. His natural scent, enhanced by the timber he’s been working with, fills my nostrils.

My heart pounds in my chest and I’m already raring and ready to go.My body doesn’t need a lot of encouragementwhen Theo’s close by. It’s been a long time since we’ve had the house to ourselves and I’m feeling like my old self; ready togetdown and dirty with my man.

He licks the crook of my neck, followed by a suck and bite before placing a kiss. “Here?” His hand moves up to slide the collar of my t-shirt to the side where he repeats the process. “Here?” he whispers. Sliding his hands down to mine, he takes them in his, moving my arms above my head in a delicious stretch. He kisses the underside of my upper arm. “What about here?” Goosebumps break out over my skin as his hands press mine into the wall before he releases them, the tiltof his head asking me if I’ll keep them in place on my own. I can only swallow in anticipation and offer him a nod. His roughened hands glide down my body, over my breasts to the bottom of my t-shirt which he swiftly lifts and twists around my raised hands.

His mischievous smile, along with the sparkle in his eyes tells me he likes seeing me like this. Trussed up a little, waiting for his touch. My breasts heave with my shallow breaths, waiting to see what he’ll do next. With only the tip of his finger, he scrapes his fingernail along the silky red lace of the bra he bought me last week for Mother’s Day. “I do like this new bra on you, but it’s in my way.”

He licks his way slowly from the bottom of one breast, across the nipple all the way to the top, before repeating the processonthe other side. Sliding his hands around my body, he releases the clasp and my breasts drop free. If I can take a positive from my recent medical experiences, my boobs don’t hang quite so low since the surgery. Not that they’re perky young adult, pre-breastfeeding boobs, but they’re certainly better than they were.

Smoothinghis hands reverently over the mounds,he cupsthem in each hand. “Beautiful.” He looks up at me, our eyes locking. “I’ve always loved your boobs, Em. I loved them before and I love them now.” He moves in, kissing across the scar line beforelavingone of my nipples with his tongue as his fingers caress and pluck at the other one. There’s still no sensation, but Dr. Corrigan said it would come back slowly. He swaps to my other boob, treating it to the same teasing kisses and bites. My hand reaches up to grasp onto his silky hair, holding him in place. I need this. I need his mouth and hands on me. I need to know he’s not going to shy away from the girls.

Grasping onto his head, I murmur my approval, “So good, Theo.Mmmmhm.” His hands move down cupping my assashe lifts me easily from the floor. There’s certainly something to be said for a guy who can lift a girl off of her feet. Wrapping my legs around his slim hips, I press my heated core against the hard wood in his shorts. He presses in, grinding against me in the most thrilling way. “Oh, God!” Tilting my head back to expose my throat to him, helicksup the column to my ear, sending heat to my core.

“Sofucking sexy, Em. I can feel the heat of your pussy against my cock.” His hot breath sends a shiver down my spine and I move my hips to rub against his shaft. I’m incredibly horny; it’s been so long since I’ve had him inside me. Breathing heavily, I drop my bound arms to his shoulders, wrapping them around him as best I can to pull him in tight. “It’s okay, Peaches, I’vegot you.”

Pulling away from the wall, he carefully lays me down on the drop sheet in the middle of our soon-to-be bedroom. Holdingthe back of my head as my body connects with the hardwood floor,he protectsit from the hard surface. Leaning up, I swipe his lips with my tongue and he opens for me. Our tongues meet and I feel it throughout my body, from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. Sighing, I open further, deepening the kiss. We’ve kissed alotsince we reconnected, it’s been absolute torture. I want him inside me in every way.

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