Page 128 of Stolen Moments

Emery’s lips are stained burgundy, and that juicy bottom lip of hers is trapped between her teeth. I wish I could wipe the look of apprehension that adorns her beautiful face as she approaches me.

“Hi.” She gives me a soft smile that makes my heart pump faster.

“Hi.” I shift nervously, rubbing the scruff on my chin. Fighting the urge to dig my hands in her hair and bring her lips to mine, I clench my fists at my sides.

We stand there, staring at each other as the temperature of the air turns up and hot sparks flicker to life. She breaks the connection first, and my chest aches.

She looks behind me at the door to the women’s room. “I better hurry. It’s almost time for dinner.”

“Yeah, okay.”

I move out of her way, but before I can stop myself, I grab her wrist—the fire in my stomach roaring to life at her touch—and yank her body to mine.

Her pulse strums against my thumb as she stares up at me. A million questions flicker in her eyes, questions I don’t have the answers for yet, so instead, I crush my mouth to hers in a bruising kiss, catching her off guard.

Her lips part, and I don’t waste time diving my tongue into her mouth. Her sweet taste explodes on my tongue as I lose myself in her.

I know it’s a dick move—she’s here with someone else—but fuck, I’ve missed her. The feel of her body against mine. The way her lips mold to mine like they were made for only me to kiss.

I deepen the kiss, twirling our tongues together, greedily taking full advantage of the way her body still responds to me. Her addicting vanilla and pear scent surrounds me, and my cock springs to life for her.

Sorry, no can do, buddy.

I just need a little taste because I know I only have a matter of seconds before she realizes that she’s kissing me back or someone else sees us.

Breaking away from her, I release my hold on her head and step back. Her lips are puffy, and her lipstick is smeared from our kiss in the way I like. She looks absolutely dazed, and completely and utterly stunning.

Emery looks at me with wide eyes. “What was that?”

Everything. I love you. I’m mad at you. I miss you. You hurt me. I don’t care if you’re with someone else. You’re mine. Always will be mine.

Instead I shrug, playing it off, because I honestly don’t know what that was, only that I want to do it again, and a million other things to her body.

“You look gorgeous tonight, baby doll.”

Her eyes flutter closed at the use of my nickname for her, and it brings a grin to my face. She still feels something for me, and it’s not all hate and anger.

Hope flickers.

The last thing I want is for her to question that kiss, to regret it. Before she opens her eyes, I leave her standing outside the bathroom door. I don’t have a lot of control over my emotions right now, and I don’t want to do something stupid, like fuck her in the bathroom.

Fucking in the bathroom must be aMiller kink.

I chuckle to myself and make my way back to the dining room, replaying our kiss. The moment her lips touched mine, everything inside me clicked into place. A stolen moment never felt so right. The way her body instantly melted into mine, like butter over pancakes. It was exactly what I needed.

I know what I have to do—listen to her voicemail.

I think about Jace and Rylann, and the struggles they went through to get to where they are now. They are so happy and in love. You would never know their road was bumpy as fuck.

My thoughts swirl and clash as a storm of emotions rolls through me. I don’t know what my next steps are beyond listening to her message, but it’s the first step to getting there.

Because one thing is for sure: I’m still head over heels in love with Emery. Without her, a piece of me has been missing and I want it back.

I wantherback.

And if I love her as much as I think I do, and if she loves me too, then we can get past anything.

Chapter forty-two

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