Page 81 of The Stolen Moments Trilogy

I gasp. He saw me with Landon? Shit. That can’t have been good. I clutch my phone tighter as I decide on how to reply. In the end, I decide to keep it simple.

Emilia: I’m sorry, Carter.

Carter walks away from the window and lies down on his bed, and I follow suit. I immediately miss being able to see him and fidget with my phone for a little before making up my mind. I press the video call icon and stare at my screen nervously while I position myself so my good angle is on camera and quickly comb through my hair.

Carter picks up and grins at me. “Miss me already, Minx?” he asks, his voice soft. My heart skips a beat at the sight of him. He’s in bed with the sheets pooled around his waist. He’s got his phone positioned on his nightstand, giving me an amazing view of his body.

I put my own phone on my nightstand too and try my best to look just a bit more sexy than I usually would.

“Maybe,” I murmur.

“You’re still wrapped in your towel… not getting dressed?” he asks, his voice husky. I bite down on my lip and nod. I completely forgot about getting dressed. The way he’s looking emboldens me and I reposition my phone so he can see my entire body before walking to my wardrobe.

I walk back with panties and the most revealing pajamas I have in hand. In hindsight, they’re more cute than anything else, with cute little strawberries on them. Sixteen-year-old me thought they were sexy as hell, though. It’s the best I’ve got here, so they’ll do.

I kneel on my bed so Carter can see most of my body and slowly unravel my towel, my eyes on his. He looks so turned on.

“Minx,” he whispers. I watch as one of his hands disappears underneath his bed covers and my breath hitches.

My towel drops and Carter groans. I take my time putting my jammies on. Carter is breathing hard as I raise my arms and push my breasts out. My cute little strawberry top covers my chest and Carter groans. “No,” he whispers. I bite back a smile and run my hands over my breasts, squeezing just slightly. A moan escapes his lips and his eyes flutter closed for a second. I love seeing him so worked up. I giggle as I pull my panties on and Carter shakes his head.

“You drive me insane, Emilia. I need you. Now. I’m so tempted to sneak into your bedroom and fuck you so hard you’ll be screaming my name.”

If I wasn’t scared of our parents catching us, I’d be all up for that. I shake my head and grab my phone as I get comfortable in bed. Carter grabs his own phone too and places it next to him, both of us on our sides, facing our phones. It’s almost like he’s lying right next to me.

“Soon,” I whisper. Carter nods and sighs. I miss him, and I wonder if he feels the same way. He hasn’t given me any real indication that he sees me as more than a friend. I know he wants me, but does he have feelings for me? I know I shouldn’t even want him to, because we’ll end up in the exact same mess we were in two years ago. But hell… I want him to. I want him to feel the same way I do.

Chapter 22

Carter

I stand underneath the shower and think back to last night. Being on the phone with Emilia like that was surprisingly nice. That girl… the way she teases drives me crazy. I never saw the appeal of phone sex, but with her I’m going to have to give it a try sooner or later. We both fell asleep while still on the phone. When I woke up my phone was dead, and I’m sure hers was too.

I catch a whiff of Emilia’s sweet perfume and frown. I left the door to my bathroom open a crack and the fragrance is unmistakable. It takes me right back to our youth. It’s her perfume that’s always given away her presence. I grin as I dry myself off quickly. I bet she’s pulling a prank on me.

I walk out of the shower as quietly as I can and find her kneeling beside my bed, her back to me and three old alarm clocks in her hands. From this angle, I have the perfect view of her ass. She’s wearing a warm sweater with a short skirt and thick tights underneath. I wish she wasn’t wearing those damn tights so I could catch a glimpse of those amazing legs of hers.

I watch as she sets the alarms to go off at random times before hiding them around my bed. How does she even come up with these random little tricks of hers? Evil little genius.

“So, what’s with the alarm clocks?”

Emilia jumps and turns around in shock. “Shit, you scared me,” she murmurs. She glances at my bedroom door and I shake my head as I bite down on my lip.

Emilia dashes toward my door, and I catch her before she reaches it. She giggles when I lift her into my arms and playfully pushes against my chest. “You know I hate waking up early during the holidays,” I murmur.

Emilia laughs and nods. “Hence the prank, smartass.”

“So evil,” I whisper. I drop her onto my bed and lean over her. Emilia’s eyes drop to my lips and her eyes darken.

“Good thing I caught you,” I whisper. “I’d have been pretty damn pissed off if I was woken up by those damn things early in the morning tomorrow.”

I drop my lips to her neck and press a soft kiss to her skin. “I’d have to punish you, Minx. Good thing you failed there.”

Her breath hitches, and she arches her back, pushing her boobs into me. She turns her head and I pull back a little, my lips hovering over hers.

“Now I wish I succeeded,” she whispers. I groan and push my hips against hers, my hard-on settling between her legs.

“Where the hell did you even get those alarm clocks? They look ancient,” I murmur against her lips. Emilia buries her hands in my hair and tilts her head, her eyes falling closed. She pulls me closer and I kiss her hungrily. Her hands roam over my back, her nails scraping my skin .

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