Page 173 of Stolen Moments

I take a few bites of pizza and wash it down with a sip of wine, which helps take the edge off my nerves. Before I can ask him about the duration of his stay in Pine Hills, the lights flicker.

“I forgot to mention that I wasn’t able to get them to play your movie. The manager was pretty adamant about only showing what was available here, even though I offered to buy the film. The asshole.”

I place my hand on his. “I don’t care about the movie, Mason. This is perfect.”

He leans forward and places a chaste kiss on my lips. “I’m glad you like it. I have more surprises for you after the movie.”

“Really?”

He nods at me with a wink, and poof, my panties disintegrate. His lips turn up in a smug, sexy grin, and I’m powerless to keep from kissing him. So I do.

Sparks shock me as I press my lips to his in a soft kiss. It starts off slow but quickly turns rough and deep, like we can’t get enough of each other. The movie starts, but we stay lip-locked, making out like a couple of teenagers, our hands roaming each other’s bodies. His hands are everywhere—in my hair, tugging, groping my breasts, digging into my hips. It’s glorious.

I have no idea what movie is playing, nor do I care. My focus is on the way Mason’s scruff scratches my chin as he sucks on my tongue, my lips, my neck. The way my body aches for him to be inside me and my clit pulses with the need to come. The fire that simmers low in my stomach travels between my legs, making me desperate for his touch.

“Mason,” I moan, his name a plea and a prayer on my lips.

He sucks the spot below my ear, no doubt marking my sensitive skin as I grab and tug at his shirt.

“I need you.”

“Not yet.” He covers my mouth with his as he swallows my needy moans. His tongue slides against mine, reminding me just how talented he is with it.

A flood of arousal soaks my core and I can’t take it anymore. I need more. Throwing my leg over his lap, I straddle his firm thighs. His hands fly to my ass and hold me still as my lips find his neck, and I take my turn nipping at his throat.

“Baby, I need you to slow down.” He gently nudges me back, forcing inches between.

“Why? No one is here. I missed you.” Batting my lashes, I twirl his hair through my fingers.

“Fuck, I missed you too. But not like this. I refuse to let a dirty movie theater be the first place I fuck you after all these months. Not after—”

The bathroom.

He pushes a strand of hair behind my ear, and my breath hitches at the look in his eyes, begging me to let him make the next time we come together be special. To erase the past.

“I want that too.”

Mason flashes me a smile that reaches his eyes. The tension and worry in them has dissipated, leaving him looking happy. It’s hard to imagine him as the sweet and silent, albeit slightly broody man he was when we first started dating. He’s opened himself up to me in ways never expected.

“Want to get out of here?” he asks.

I glance behind me at the screen and back at the man whose lap I’m on. No contest. “Definitely.”

“Thank fuck. You’re killing me. I also promised you more surprises, and I’d like to deliver.”

“Good ones?” I hedge, curious about what else he has up his sleeve.

“I fucking hope so.”

Mason stands, still holding me in his arms, and my stomach grumbles. Mason scowls as I muffle a laugh at the timing.

“I’m already doing a shit job at taking care of you. You need to eat, Em.”

“I’m fine, Mr. Bossy. We can pack up the food to go. I’m ready to get out of here.”

He growls but concedes after I agree to eat some popcorn on the way. I make a vain attempt at helping Mason clean up, knowing my charmingly growly man will refuse it. So, I just stand back and watch his strong arms move as he packs our meal into canvas bags. He’s pulled his sweater to his elbows, giving me the perfect view of Mason’s forearm porn.

Feeling my stare, he looks up and winks at me ogling him. My thighs clench at his sexy smolder. I’m glad my friends talked me into a special shopping trip before my date. Tonight has been perfect. Better than I imagined.

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