Page 19 of Stolen Moments

My dick twitches in my pants at the thought of kissing her and letting my hands roam every inch of her body.

“Please tell me we’re here for Reel Eats.” Her soft, sultry voice pulls me from my dirty thoughts.

“We are. If that’s okay with you.”

“Are you kidding? This is amazing. I’ve been dying to come to one of these events. Chris and I check all the time, but the tickets are hard to come by. How on earth did you pull this off?”

“I have my ways. Connections and all that.” I shrug, playing it cool like it’s no big deal.

It actually is a big deal. The Science Center puts on these monthly movie nights, and they sell out quickly. Each night is catered with foods curated to represent the film playing, and people wait months for tickets.

Truth is, if it wasn’t for one of Levi’s twins getting sick, he and Scarlett would be using these tickets instead. I should feel bad that Lily’s sick—and pray that Rhys doesn’t catch anything—but she had good timing. I make a mental note to buy her a stuffed animal as a thank you. I better get three; Rhys would be upset if he and Sadie didn’t get one as well.

“I don’t believe you, but I’m so excited. I don’t care how you got the tickets for tonight. What are we watching?”

“Jurassic Park.”

Emery lets out a soft excited squeal, her shoulders shimmying.

My chest puffs. I think I nailed date night. Okay, maybe I’m going to have to get Levi tickets for another night as a thank you—the man knows what he’s doing. He really saved my ass when he came over complaining about missing the event and not being able to find someone to use the tickets. It was worth having to answer Levi’s questions about my date and putting up with Cameron’s incessant teasing. I’m just glad Rhys wasn’t hurt that I’d be leaving for the night. Cameron was true to his word and tired the poor kid out.

“Are you a fan of the movie?” I probe, trying to learn more about who she is and what she likes. I want to know everything there is to know about her.

I already know she likes country music because it reminds her of her grandfather, and pop because she loves going out dancing with her younger brother.

“Who isn’t? It’s a classic.”

“True.” I unbuckle my seat belt and reach for my door handle at the same time she does. “Stay put.”

Her lips purse at my tone, making me grind my teeth.

Shit, I have to stop sounding like such a bossy dick. She brings out this primitive part of my brain that makes me want to possess and protect her at the same time.

“Please,” I amend.

She nods in agreement, biting back her smile.

As swiftly as I can, I get out of the car, rush to her side, and open the passenger door. I offer her my hand, and she takes it.

Sparks crackle up my arm like firecrackers, shocking me in place when our palms touch. Her eyes widen, and her lips part with a sharp intake of breath at the charge of energy between us. I don’t let go; instead, I softly squeeze her hand, letting the sparks crawl up my arm, digging into the space between my ribs. She slowly glides out of her seat to stand in front of me. Time stands still as my heart pounds in my chest.

The wind blows, whipping her hair around her face, and her sweet scent of vanilla and pears floods my senses. Without hesitation, I catch her soft locks and push them behind her ear. She shivers at my touch, confirming that she’s just as affected as I am by whatever is going on here.

A smirk slips across my face.Good.

I take a step back, her hand still in mine, and pull her with me away from the car. I close the door and lock the car with the fob in my pocket. Hand in hand, we walk to the main entrance and get in line.

“If you could choose tonight’s movie, what would you pick?” I ask as we step behind another couple in the queue.

“Oh, gee. Where do I even start? My brother is a film major, and I must tell you I’ve been given an education on motion pictures over the years.”

I chuckle at her seriousness on the topic. “There is no wrong answer, you know. Your brother isn’t here to judge you.”

She smiles brightly, tucking her chin down before answering. Fuck, she’s cute.

“Oh, I know. If he was, this would be a test, for sure.” She bites the nail of her thumb in concentration, her pink tongue poking out.

Thoughts of what else I’d like her tongue to touch flit through my mind. I clear the thickness from my throat and softly tap her temple with my finger. “Don’t think too hard.”

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