Page 32 of Stolen Moments

“Promises, promises,” she teases.

My dick twitches at her sass. Fuck, it’s hot. “Brat.”

She beams at me with fire in her eyes as the collar of her shirt falls over her shoulder, exposing her succulent skin. Is she getting off on this? Because I sure as fuck am.

“I’m teasing.” She bites the tip of her finger.

Visions of me putting something else in her mouth send my blood flowing south. “I’m not. I’m going to rectify this distance between us real soon.”

She lifts her perfectly manicured brow at me, begging me to continue. She wants me just as badly.

“We’ll figure that out later. Tell me something good?”

She laughs at my quick change in conversation, and the sweet tinkling sound is music to my ears as it warms my chest.

Oh yeah, I’ll be closing the distance between us as quickly as possible. I’ll make it happen if I have to.

“Chris called, and his short film got picked for some festival in April.” She sounds so proud of her little brother, and it only makes me like her more.

My brothers are my best friends, so I understand the sentiment. But that’s not why I called. I want to know abouther.

“That’s great. But I asked about you.”

“What about me?” Her brow crunches in confusion.

“Tell me something good about you. What’s going on with you?”

Her eyes widen in shock for a fraction of a second before she shrugs.

Does no one ask this amazing woman about her day? About what’s going on with her? How she feels? I’m going to have to change that.

“Umm. I don’t know,” she whispers.

“Can I tell you about my day?”

She nods tentatively for me to continue.

“First, my alarm rudely woke me up this morning, ripping me from my dream about this gorgeous woman with sparkling brown eyes and lips that could kill a man.”

Emery bites the corner of her lip fighting a smile, doing what I hoped my story would do.

“Then I had to deal with some frustrating clients today, but every time I tried to work, I kept getting distracted by that dream of mine.”

“What was your dream about?”

Here’s the thing. I did dream about her. It just wasn’t PG-rated. Emery and I flirt and tease when we talk, but it hasn’t gone beyond that. This is uncharted territory for us. If I tell her about my dream, this takes our relationship to a whole new level. I’m ready to go there with her, but I’m not so sure she is.

“Are you sure you want to know?” My voice is thick and has gone down an octave.

She squirms, and her breaths get shorter, quicker.

Does she dream about me too?

“I mean …” Her eyes flit away from the screen.

Oh, she’s ready. I’d pound on my chest like a gorilla if I didn’t think it would stop her from going down this road with me.

I keep my voice low, but firm. “Look at me, Emery.”

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