Page 171 of Stolen Moments

“Oh, he’s good.”

“Tell me about it,” I grumble. That fucker had me by my proverbial balls. He knew I was going to pony up the cash. Honestly, I would have paid more, so the joke’s on him. “And last but not least, we will finish off with a special dessert for the lady.” I point to the pink baker’s box.

She glimpses at the pastry container and back at me.

I nudge her forward. “Open it. I had them specially made for you.”

She reaches for the box and flips the lid with a gasp. “Are these…”

“White Russian cupcakes? Yep,” I confirm.

Six specially made vanilla cupcakes with Kaluha frosting and chocolate shavings sit in the box just for her. The owner of the little bakery in town was more than happy to whip these up for me. Probably because I have eaten there every day for breakfast since I arrived.

“Oh my god, Mason. You remembered? How?”

She looks up at me in wonder, and my damn knees almost give out. Does she really not know?

“Baby doll, I remember everything you’ve ever told me. Every word has been ingrained in my head” — I tap my head, then place my finger on my chest — “and my heart. From the very beginning, it’s all been right here.”

Her eyes turn glassy, but the soft smile on her lips encourages me to lay it all out there.

“I love you, Emery. The real you. The you that loves your brother more than anything. The you that loves country music, Keanu’s action movies, Geralt of Rivia, the color burgundy, New York-style pizza, and so much more. I know you hate being cold but love the rain. I know you would rather stay home in your ratty college pajamas than get dressed and go out for dinner. I know you work hard and care so much about everyone around you that you put yourself last, and I know I let you down, Em. I was so fucking stupid to walk away without letting you explain. You don’t know how sorry I am. I will never forgive myself for that, but I promise I will never walk away again. I—”

Emery jumps into my arms, surprising me. I grip her under her ass, and she throws her arms around my neck and slams her mouth to mine in a hard kiss that ends too quickly for my liking.

“Stop. I forgive you. This …” She waves her hand around the room. “It’s too much and everything all at once.”

“Yeah?” I assumed she had forgiven me, but hearing is better. It’s the confirmation my heart needed.

Emery cups my jaw in her warm palms and nods.

Without a second to waste, I close the distance and kiss her like my life depends on it. Like she’s the very air I breathe. Because she is.

I’m an idiot for walking away. I squandered too much being angry and miserable without her. But no more. I’m holding onto this woman for the rest of my life.

Emery tangles her tongue around mine, and the sweet taste of mint hits me like a Category 5 storm. My blood boils over as the heat in my veins travels south, right to my cock.

Fuck, she tastes so good.

Taking control of her mouth, I pull her closer, deepening the kiss, twirling my tongue around hers while she moans in my mouth. It feels so good to have her back in my arms.

As if she knows what I’m thinking, she wraps her legs around my waist and pulls on the strands of my hair, gripping me as tightly as possible, like I might disappear if she doesn’t.

Never gonna happen. She can bet on it.

I cup the firm globes of her ass in my palms and hold her up. She rolls her hips, grinding herself on my hardening shaft, and the heat of her pussy seeps through the fabric between us, eroding the last remaining pieces of my control.

There is so much more I need to tell her. After.

I have a plan.

Before I snap and screw up my plans by fucking her right here in the movie theater, I break the kiss. “You’re killing me, Em.”

She giggles, and the sultry sound is like a straight shot of blood to my dick. Unlocking her legs from around my hips, she slowly drops them to the floor and glides her heat over my painfully hard cock, eliciting a groan from deep in my chest.

“Fuck,” I grind out.

She rubs the lipstick from around my mouth with her thumb, and I can’t help myself from biting it, making her throw her head back and laugh. The sound pushes me closer to blowing my load in my jeans.

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