Page 44 of Stolen Kisses

“You really must give me the recipe for that rocky road, Emma. It was delicious.” Cristo repeats. It must be the third time he’s asked for the recipe, so I hand him the leftover rocky road to take home.

“Of course. I’ll give it to Theo and he can pass it on to you.”

He takes another piece of the sweet treat from the container, popping it into his mouth. “Thank you, Lovely. I can’t wait.”

–theo–

Sitting on my porch with a beer, waiting for Emma to return home, I’m contemplating my feelings surrounding Emma and her boys. I’m not sure exactly when I fell, but I’ve fallen …hard—for all three of them. Her friend, Kate, got married today and she was the attending bridesmaid. She left here with the boys yesterday afternoon and I haven’t seen or heard from her since.

I’ve missed her.

Missed the boys.

I mentally run through the layout of this house, picturing where I could make changes, add an extension. I need to make this place big enough to comfortably house three more people. We could all fit as is, the renovations that were done before I bought the house were extensive. But I want to make certain this house is as appealing as possible to Em.

Emma pulls into her driveway, breaking me from my planning. Standing from my chair, I step tomyporch railing and grip it to keep myself in place. In reality, I want to rip her car door open and then rip her clothes off. But she deserves more than that.So much more. I wait patiently for her to notice that I’m here.

That I’m waiting.

Waiting for her.

Finally, she looks across to my house and freezes in place. Her eyeslockwith mine. The tension that’s been building between us for weeks is about to boil over and I can’t wait for it to fucking happen. This momenthas beeninevitable from the first moment I laid eyes on her.

Pushing away from the railing, I take in a calming breath, so I can greet her like the gentleman she deserves. Eyes locked, we watch each other as I take purposeful strides down the steps to the grass then across to her car.I know what’s about to happen;sodoes she.Stopping at her door, I get acloserlook at my Emma. She’s all made up and looks beyond stunning. Her throat bobs as she moves to release the door handle, but I have the door open before she gets the chance. Reaching inside, I release her seatbelt—my hand brushing against her breast, then take her hand in mine to assist her out of the car. Our eyes have not strayed fromeachother the entire time. The draw I feel toward her eclipses everything I’ve ever known.

Pulling her up to me, I band one arm around her waist holding her tight to my body. Her soft curves press against my hard planes and I feel more settled than I have since she left yesterday afternoon—she’s exactly where she belongs. I swipe my lips across hers then follow with my tongue; tasting the sweetness of cake. She presses in closer, returning my kiss with one of her own, using her tongue to steal inside my mouth. Her familiar taste heightens my senses, my cock hardening further in my shorts. As I grind my erection against her to show what she does to me, we both groan at the sensation. We get lost in the power of this kiss, long moments of tasting, exploring, touching. She steals my breath with her tongue and her lips.

Lifting Emma into my arms, I pull away from her sedan, slamming the door closed with my foot. I carry her across to my place, still kissing, still tasting, still exploring. We manage to get inside, closing and locking the front door, before climbing the stairs to my bedroom. Pressing her back against the wall, I pull away slightly, locking eyes with the woman who’s stolen my breath from the first moment I laid eyes on her. Panting to catch our breaths, we silently study each other. Her chameleon eyes hold me captive. The slim rings surrounding her dilated pupils are the deepest olive-green I’ve ever seen. The warmth of her body heats mine, her breath puffing against my cheek.

This woman needs to be cherished.

She needs to be shown how beautiful she is.

I’m going to be the man to show her.

I run my nose along hers. “Hey.”

She swallows, then gives me a genuine smile. “Hey.” She looks around as if only now realizing we’re no longer by her car. “This was quite the welcome home.”

“I missed you. How was the wedding?” I ask as I glide my hand down her smooth arm, taking her hand in mine to lift it above her head.

She sighs, her eyes going soft. “It was beautiful. Simple, classy, and small. Kate and Oliver are so deeply in love. I felt blessed to be part of their day.” I glide my free hand down her other arm, taking her hand in mine, also lifting it above her head. Her breasts push up into me with her hands up high like this, producing a magnificent cleavage for me to bury my face in.

Holding both of her hands in one of mine, I run the back of my free hand down the side of her face, using my knuckle to support her chin. “You look fucking stunning, Emma.” I breathe in her scent—she never wears perfume, so it’s all her—before running my tongue across her lips. Her panting breaths touch my tongue and I want themto coatmy cock. “This dress looks beautiful on you, but I’mgonnaneed to take it off. You okay with that?”

Pulling back, so I can read her face, some of the lust that was in her gaze earlier has disappeared. Her brows slant down over her eyes which are looking all around my bedroom. I pull the rest of my body back from hers slightly. “Youokay?”

Releasing a heavy breath, she looks back at me. “Uh, yeah.” She presses forward, ensuring we’re once again touching at every available point, then places a gentle kiss against my lips. It’s a barely-there touch, but I feel it all the way to my soul. “I’m …” She looks away from me, so I guide her eyes back to mine.

“Talk to me, Em.” Maybe I’ve pushed her too soon. It’s been difficult over the past couple of weeks, only being able to steal kisses and touches here and there. I thought I’d take this opportunity while both of us are kid-free to take our kisses further.

She swallows, then closes her eyes tightly. I release her hands andtake a stepbackfrom her. The vibe she’s giving off suggests this is too much, too soon for her. Her hands clasp the side of my t-shirt preventing my retreat. “I want this. Want you.” She looks down, then back up at me with a sad smile on her face. “I’m just conscious of my body.”Herwords startle me as they rush out on a whispered breath.

I feel as though I’ve been punched in the gut. “What? Why?” I’m perplexed by her statement.

She rolls her gorgeous eyes, her grip on my t-shirt loosening. “Look at you.” I look down at myself, though I’m more than familiar with my own body. Then look back to Em waiting for her to continue. “Look at me.”

Stepping back from her, I study her from the top of her rich chocolate-colored hair, run my eyes across her face, down her neck, across her collarbones, and everywhere in between until I get to the tips of her red painted toes. I can’t hold back the lust I feel for her as my dick grows exponentially harder behind my zipper. Tilting my chin down, I ask, “See what you do to me?”

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