Page 46 of Stolen Moments

Mason

I read somewhere thatthere are instances in life when the world slows and time freezes. Those frozen moments are remembered forever, burned into your soul. Every color, every smell, every emotion, every detail. All of it. A picture-perfect image your brain holds onto with absolute clarity.

For me? This is that moment.

The sun filters into the room through the half-open curtains covering the wall of windows, illuminating the gorgeous creature next to me in an ethereal glow.

I know, without a doubt, that as soon as I walk out that door today, the memory of waking up with Emery in my arms will never fade. Not the way the sweet scent of her skin lingers on mine, not the way her long silky hair splays across the pillows as her soft breaths fan across my chest, nor the way her full pink lips purse in slumber and beg me to kiss them. How her naked body wraps perfectly around mine, or the way her heart beats in time to my own as we lay in the soft white sheets of this hotel bed. And definitely not the way my chest floods with warmth at the mere sight of her lying beside me.

Breathing her in, I sink into the warmth of Emery’s body and glance around the forest-green walls of our hotel room—the room that will forever contain the memories of ourbeginning. We’ve only left it once to retrieve her overnight bag from her car, and even then, we couldn’t keep our hands off of each other.

The memory of us climbing into the backseat, where we made out and fooled around like horny teenagers in nothing but the hotel’s complimentary terry cloth robes, has me smiling.

We’ve spent the entire weekend in our own little bubble, ignoring calls and texts from the outside world, and I wouldn’t change a thing. Being wrapped up in Emery was a gift, and I didn’t waste a minute on anything other than her.

Between work and my family, I’m pretty sure I will walk into trouble when I leave this room, but I couldn’t give one fuck about it.

My eyes bounce around the room again, landing on last night’s room service cart that held our meal. We enjoyed our dinner out on the terrace while laughing, sharing stories, and kissing. Okay, mostly kissing. And touching. I can’t stop touching her.

Emery stirs in my arms, and I look down and see her eyes flutter behind her eyelids.

What are you dreaming about, baby doll?Us?

Yeah, I don’t give a damn about the problems I might face after this weekend. Emery is worth it.

I close my eyes and soak in the peaceful feeling settling inside me.

Fuck, now that I’ve had a taste of her, I’ll never get enough. The beautiful woman in my arms has enchanted me from the start. It might have been her beauty that first caught my attention, but it’s her big heart that keeps me in a chokehold. Emery is kind, funny, sassy, independent … perfect. She’s everything I never knew I wanted.

She moves again, her thigh grazing my cock and making my morning wood an even bigger problem. I hiss at the contact and attempt to move my girl’s leg off my aching dick. Emery groans as I slowly lift her leg trying not to wake her, but she removes it frommy grip before burrowing her head in my chest and rubbing her knee over my hard-on again.

“I know you’re awake, baby doll,” I whisper, kissing the top of her head.

She tilts her head back and cracks open an eye, looking up at me with a smirk playing on her lips. “Hmm … Good morning.” Her sleep-riddled voice is sexy as fuck and not helping my situation.

“Good morning.” I brush the stray hairs on her face behind her ear and lean in to kiss her.

She pulls away, covering her face with the sheet draped over her chest. “No way, mister,” she mumbles, pushing my face away with her hand. “I need a tooth brushing before you kiss me.”

“Babe, I had my head between your legs for hours, and you kissed me after. Now pucker up.” I twist us, rolling her onto her back beneath me.

She giggles, shaking her head behind the sheet, refusing to kiss me.

Yeah, that won’t do.

“Unacceptable.” I grab the sheet and rip it away from her face before crashing my mouth to hers.

Her body melts into mine and I take full advantage, deepening our kiss. She tastes like herself, sweet and sultry. Mine.

My hands roam over every inch of her soft skin, reveling in the way her hips find mine. Her fingers dig into my shoulders and her legs wrap around my waist, evaporating any irrelevant thought but the present.

I let myself get lost in her. The feel of her soft body under mine. The scent of her sugary skin infiltrating my nose. The heat of her pussy encased around my cock. The sound of her moans as I make her come. The way she feels like home.

I hate leaving today, not knowing when I’ll see her again.

“This isn’t goodbye, it’s an … ‘I’ll see you soon’.”

“Mason—”

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