Page 38 of Stolen Kisses

We wash her hair and dry it in preparation for Sarah to make the magic happen with the curling iron. Her hair is so silky soft, with natural caramel highlights scattered throughout. We tie the top half back, so her gorgeous new curls fall down her back to her waist. The blue of her dress highlights her wide azure eyes, which match her uncle’s—she looks like an adorable little princess. We finish off her outfit with sparkly flats, then apply a little glitter to her eyelids and cheeks. She looks so freaking adorable. I pop on my shoes,bucklingthe strap across the top of each foot, lastly giving my lips a final coat of gloss before we make our way back downstairs to the living room.

Austin jumps off the couch when he sees Kenny. “You look like a princess,” he tells her. His voice is full of awe, his eyes full of wonder.

Lachlan looks away from the television to see what all the fuss is about. “You look nice, Kenny.”

She curtsies like a princess, a wide smile on her face. “Thank you.”

There’s a hard series of knocks on my front door. My heart skips a beat. Theo’s on the other side of that door. The man who kissed the words out of me just over an hour ago. Sarah gives me a knowing look and nudges me forward. I gather myself, looking downat Kenny. “That’ll be your uncle. You ready to knock his socks off?”

“How do you knock someone’s socks off?” Lachlan asks.

Sarah looks across at him. “You don’t actually knock their socks off. It’s a saying. It means to impress someone.”

“Oh. Okay.” He turns back to the television, satisfied with Sarah’s explanation.

“Oh, yeah. I can’t wait to show him mypwettydwess.”

“Okay, wait here, I’ll bring him in.” She nods and I turn toward the front door. Wiping my sweaty hands on my skirt, Isuckin a deep breath to prepare for all that is Theo as I open the door. All of my breath gushes out in a rush as my eyes land on him.

In a suit.

Holding flowers and a blue gift box. I’m not sure my heart can take it.

–theo–

I almost swallow my tongue when Emma opens her door. A sleek skirt resting just above her knees, molds to her luscious hips and thighs like a glove; black stockings ending in patent leather high heels make her legs look sexy as fuck. My eyes follow the path back up to a modest white silk blouse which shouldn’t have my mouth watering but does. Her face has minimal makeup and herhair’stied up in a bun. She looks like a sexy waitress from a high-classgentlemen’sclub and I doubt she realizes how incredibly appealing she looks. This getup seems a bit much for hanging out at home with the boys, so she must be going out somewhere.

Fuck!

What if she has a date?

She’d better not be going on a date or I’ll have to ruin my girl’s special night spending it disposing of a body. I huff out a breath, working to put the thought out of my mind.

I was so pissed at her earlier when I found her door unlocked yet again. This woman has no sense of self-preservation. When she was giving me what for, I couldn’t have stopped myself from kissing her if I’d tried and there was not one single fiber of my being that wanted to. Looking at her now, I want to start back up where I finished off earlier, but not stop at a simple kiss. I want to bury my face between her thick thighs, lose myself there for days.

“Where’re you going in that outfit?” I demand. Just the thought of someone else touching her,has my vision turning red.

Her head shoots back as though I physicallystruckher. I watch as her whole demeanor changes, her body going stiff, her eyes and lips narrowing. I’ve done it again.

Pissed her off!Fuck,she’s gorgeous when she gets riled up.

This may just become my favorite pastime! Her hands land on her hips and her mouth opens …

“Uncle Theo, youcomedto get me!” She spins around. “Doyalike mypwettydwess?”

I crouch down so I’m at her level and lock eyes with my niece, noticing the light touch of glitter on her eyelids and cheeks. My heart melts at her expectant expression, waiting for my approval of her outfit. “Doyoulikeyourdress?”

“Oh, yeah! I love it so much,” she responds, her voice full of pride.

“It doesn’t matter what I think. You should always wear what makesyouhappy and whatyoulike.” I point to her heart. “You don’t need to impress anyone but yourself, Munchkin.”

“Okay. But do you think mydwessispwetty?”

I look upatEmma noting that her posture’s more relaxed, less ready for battle, and she has a soft expression on her face. “Your dress is beautiful, but it’s missing a little something.” I hand her the gift I bought her.

She takes the box from my hand. “Is this for me?” The excitement in her voice is contagious. I can’t wait for her to see what I got for her.

“Yep. Open it.” I stand to give Emma the flowers I bought for her as a thank you for doing this for Kenny. “These are for you. Thank you for taking care of Kenny and making this special for her.”

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